I am not certainly alone –
I hear voice of daffodils
And wish to seek for my sweet home –
Far in the woods and heather fields.
Where are the traces that will lead me
And secret whispers of that land?
But, maybe, soon my hidden feeling
Will help to reach it in the end…
I miss – and thoughts just can’t be here,
I haste, I fly (God bless sunrays!) –
Through prejudice, heartache and fear,
Through circulation of the days.
My magic dream is not a nonsense,
It’s simply hovering above.
You know, Home isn’t constant –
It’s where we are strongly loved!
September, 24th – 30th, 2013y.
On the way Home
© Copyright: Ксения Эжени, 2013
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