No place like home
You see in front of you
Beautiful lake in color of turquoise.
You feel from behind you
The forest's chilling breeze.
Sitting like that,
In garden blooming like a flower bed,
With coffee in hand,
You admire all the shades of red.
Quiet rustling of leaves,
Buzzing of insects,
You hear the nature,
It's all wonders and effects.
Sadly, you're short on time,
The thought of going
Is more bitter than a lime.
To leave the homeland,
once again,
It's impossible
The tears to contain.
Foreign country
Awaits for you.
You're starting your life,
From zero, all from anew.
But the pain and the longing,
You can describe only in a poem.
There's no warmth like your own house,
There's no place like home.
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Beautiful lake in color of turquoise.
You feel from behind you
The forest's chilling breeze.
Sitting like that,
In garden blooming like a flower bed,
With coffee in hand,
You admire all the shades of red.
Quiet rustling of leaves,
Buzzing of insects,
You hear the nature,
It's all wonders and effects.
Sadly, you're short on time,
The thought of going
Is more bitter than a lime.
To leave the homeland,
once again,
It's impossible
The tears to contain.
Foreign country
Awaits for you.
You're starting your life,
From zero, all from anew.
But the pain and the longing,
You can describe only in a poem.
There's no warmth like your own house,
There's no place like home.
© All Rights Reserved