Dear home,
I miss your bright sun and explicit heat
your dirty streets mud clean
I miss the way you cry with horns and sleep with dog barks
and I miss also the unbalanced nature of design amongst houses and freedom
I miss your 4pm azan for asr - and the queit melancholy of an afternoon nap
I miss the queit bustle of a mid afternoon extravaganza of tea
some like it dark some like it light
... I miss walking barefoot on yard tiles with a try of 4 pm afternoon tea
I have to say
Dear home
I miss the dangerous ride of time with you
suddenly I pray maghrib prayer on fresh open air
watching the stars wake up
....
I miss your bright sun and explicit heat
your dirty streets mud clean
I miss the way you cry with horns and sleep with dog barks
and I miss also the unbalanced nature of design amongst houses and freedom
I miss your 4pm azan for asr - and the queit melancholy of an afternoon nap
I miss the queit bustle of a mid afternoon extravaganza of tea
some like it dark some like it light
... I miss walking barefoot on yard tiles with a try of 4 pm afternoon tea
I have to say
Dear home
I miss the dangerous ride of time with you
suddenly I pray maghrib prayer on fresh open air
watching the stars wake up
....
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