My heart
looks down through the clouds
And sings my
love for these people.
Step by step
my heart grows lighter
As the sun
touches my skin
And the dry
wind brushes by
Tickling my
nose and eyes with dust.
Each smile I
see, each worn but hopeful face
Makes my
heart sing louder.
I inhale the beloved
smell,
Taste the
colorful culture on my tongue
Sampling each
and every glance.
Each time a
little hand touches me
Or a skinny,
tanned arm goes around my waist
My heart
leaps and dances with joy in the midst of its song.
Though the
song continues loudly
At times it
is mixed with tears
When my heart
is squeezed too tightly.
But then as
the farewell approaches
My heart
pulses in pain and sinks,
Down to the
depths of my stomach, poisoning it.
But still, it
sings the song of home.
Every day
away, amidst the painful drone
Of
untouchable life
Still my
heart sings this song
No matter how
deeply it has to hibernate
Or how
quietly it must be sung,
It does not
die.
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