My tears slide down my cheeks,
Like the rain when it falls.
I remember those moments,
In the place I called home.
Mountains rising from the sky,
Peaking the clouds above.
Floating so angelicly,
Above my eyes.
I inhale,
And my problems fade away.
The trees dance,
So motionlessly.
All I can hear is the pounding of the music,
And the chanting of their prayers.
As I sit here,
In my dream world.
The people are so amazing,
My second set.
I love them,
Because they are all I have in this home.
Sitting here,
Now in my real home.
My heart aches for my dream world.
Author notes
I just came home from living in Thailand, and everything there is my home. I was there so long I became completly Thai, and I miss it so much. My family, my home...My life.
Chan rek mueng Thai...Jing Jing...
Written May 16th, 2004
A contest entry
- A Place Called Home by zdmckay.
300 points, ended May 18, 2004, 12 entries
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Hmmmmm very interesting. I can feel the love that you feel. It is so evident in your poem. Thank you for sharing.
zee
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