She spoke to the wind,
When then sun went to sleep;
Of the places on earth,
She was yearning to see;
In the hopes it would whisper-
“Come along wee lassie”
And scoop her away,
To the land of her dreams.
She found her home weary,
And dreaded each dawn;
She sought for escape,
In the arms of a new home;
For sadness she thought,
Was a thing she could leave;
Till she moved miles from home,
But still felt it within.
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This one sits with me. Thanks for sharing it.
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Thank you very much for reading it, 🙂
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This poem is wonderful Ameena. It really stays with the reader (or maybe it’s just me) but it’s deep and rich with meaning.
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Thank you much Jade. My muse has taken an unfortunate break lately (hence my lack of writing), it’s nice to read your encouraging comment.
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Muses deserve breaks like everyone else. I hope your muse returns refreshed and better than ever 🙂
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she moved miles from home,
But still felt it within…
Heart fully appreciating these lines..
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Thank you very much Akhila 😄
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Insightful
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Thank you Sir.
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Ambitious. Home is home, after all 🙂 Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you very much Hasmeet. Home is home indeed
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Sigh. This provokes a heavy feeling of heart. Good job Ameena.
It makes me think of a line from a song by Keith Green, “You can run to the end of the highway and not find what you’re looking for. The wind won’t make your troubles disappear…”
Here’s a link to it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9TqiZA9Az00
It’s a bit dated, but the words are great.
Hope you’re well sweetie.
🙂 ❤
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Deep
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Thank you
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