(Sri Lanka)
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For the expensive ticket and long flight,
For the warm air and the warmer nights,
I'm longing-
For Home
For belief that is renewed again,
Visiting flowered temples in pouring rain,
I'm thinking-
Of Home.
For the language I forget to speak,
For the beauty in the dusty streets,
I'm dreaming-
Of home.
For the memories of my childhood days,
For new memories that are here to stay,
I'm thankful-
For home.
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The Lines We Write ✔
Poetry❝Dreamer is too pretty of a word: A breath of wistful naivety, Masquerading as the oxygen of hope in our lungs. It reads as a fantastical tale of serendipity, In the novel, Life- Written in our name.❞ Highest ranking: #58 in poetry
