Away from the sugary land of my birth
Of some million, million hills and mountains,
She stood calling.
The soothing voice of nostalgia,
With each wave of the ocean,
Beckoned me home to the land of abundant green.

Standing there by splashing waters,
I felt her in the ice-cold breeze,
As she hugged me in reminiscence,
Gripped me so strongly, luring me home,
Against the wishes of circumstance

I can hear your soundless voice
In the sonorous songs of these seagulls,
As they gyrate over the waters,
Flapping endless memories of you,
With each stroke of their wings
Like those black kites at home

I picture you dressed in green,
Just like yesterday
I imagine you dressed in visions and in voices
Voices of my childhood,
Of my peers and of the gardens,
Bidding me to my mother's orchard
Where life for me, was born,





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