pure poetry

I Miss Home

I miss walking around my beloved home
To wander around the streets I’ve well known
To explore the deepest parts not shown
To look around without worries from the people I’ve always known

In a foreign land, I’m open and free
Without prejudices, no prying eyes I see
What is home when you’re not you?
What is a foreign land not home to you?

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