Homecoming

 

 

 

I walk to the corner, round the bend

Trees seem taller, birds sing a different tune

 

I hop from island to peninsular

The very air seems different, even the moon

 

I move across three continents

Across oceans and rivers and dunes

 

I return, years after prolonged absence

I recognise nothing, but the tunes

 

And all at once, the years disappear.

I am home.

 

by ninotaziz

 

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