Long Way From Home

Наталия Шевченко
Before I've made long way from home,
I found some time to be alone.
I went to see the place once more,
Just like I've left it nights before.

I live these days, and dream these nights
About the place that's still alive.
That was the place where I belonged.
It was the one that I called 'home'.

1995 - 1996


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I am away from home,
Sometimes I fell alone...
I lick a tear on my cheek
And I feel weak...

Your poem is a candle, it's a bliss
for those who ... miss...

Crowelle   09.04.2008 02:01   •   Заявить о нарушении
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Quite the contrary – it was the place of inner strength and piece for me, but that, of course, depends on the reader :)

Наталия Шевченко   09.04.2008 06:09   Заявить о нарушении
I agree, I expressed my feelings, what I wrote is quite personal...
But your poem inspired me.

Crowelle   09.04.2008 14:15   Заявить о нарушении
And with all my heart, I wish your memory would only give you strenght to carry on :). And from the heart it goes:

May your spirit keep the freedom
Of a butterfly in Spring,
And your memory - the meaning
Of a long-gone dear thing...

Наталия Шевченко   10.04.2008 05:34   Заявить о нарушении
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