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A dream
that a man had a shelter
in his heart with a careful
pride,
that one day with the wisdom of an elder
the door to
his land will open wide.
He misses the village, the slow
life,
the white dust covering his shoes,
The sharp rays of the
sun, like a cutting knife.
The smiles he uses to see a
loved
the laugh of the children running
After the dragon
flies.
His old love, the innocent face
That hunted his nights
and never dies.
He misses his friends, the long evenings,
The
dark nights filled with the stars.
The melodies he uses to hear
wondering
Around the allies.
He misses the smell of coal
burning,
The olives crackling on the fire.
The fresh bread
spread on his grandma's laps.
the peaceful days of
summer,
When the hours stepped back in time.
the early fall
days, the smell of the raindrops
Falling, like music notes from
songs that rhyme.
the kisses of mothers, to the
frightening
Children on their first day of school.
he misses
all of that and wonders,
How can he return, is he a
fool?
suddenly the alarm rings,
he shakes his head with his
hand,
he just woke up with a little sorrow,
Another day away
from his homeland...
©
Anthony C.
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