Uprooted

Away from my land I am restive, Distanced and lonely. The pangs of separation Are insufferable. When will I get to see you? My eyes are fatigued and heavy. My zest for life Has frozen, The glory of my tumultuous land Now lies dead and buried. I stroll behind the mountain On the sun-struck road SingingContinue reading “Uprooted”

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