They say it's loved to be home...
I too say the same...
My home waves on the shore of my eyes,
I don't know where I stay...
I miss the soil and the sand I was born on...
The time binds me and I stay where I am gone...
Those walls miss me... They must be calling me home...
I am just stuck by the choice but I feel it all alone...
I wonder if that smell recognizes me and my small feet on it's sand,
my childhood I see, the generation, my clan...
N-JOY
SMILE
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