Journey

Our complicated Soul

Is like a tourist

Travelling here

Travelling there

Lost in the thrill of it

Carrying our baggage

Everywhere loading

Our back bent to

The sun/We have

Forgotten our home

A flower should be

Left in the soil that

Gave it birth and

Beauty ; a flower

Removed from its

Home rots quicker,

Because uprooted

It feels the sadness

Of its leaving…

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