Missing Home
there are stars above
i used to love them
yet now they seem not bright
they are not the stars back home
i can feel the brezze
ye i cannot taste the sweetness
there are no ffelings
of tenderness
it is not the brezze
i used to smell
i see faces wearing
smiles almost every second
yet i am not delighted
they are not the smiles coming
from the lips of my beloved
i can hear voices coming
from the hills and vales
but they lack the melody
they are not the songs
of my hills and dales
of the place i used to roam
..oh i terribly miss
my home sweet home
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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