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No feather or wings, but still can survive to fly
Passion and longing always wings me up to the sky
Trust you! But less you see the glitter in my eye
It is over! I will no longer struggle to shatter or die
Let the ocean be frozen! I’ll never repeat the try
Where else I dwell in, it is in vain for me to glorify
Back home! Warm I in my tent, no cold or even dry
Only my tent when I miss! makes me deeply cry |
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Mr. Ganes
Really wonderful poem
I am, and every emigrant, living these emotions everyday
Missing home
family
friends
I read your poem many many times
Whenever a person can go, he still (passionately) attached to his home, friends, memories
Accept my admiration of the piece of art you posted
Pls show your hidden treasures