Juan Olivarez Poems
Happiness is being home again,
Happiness is walking in the rain.
Happiness is waking with no pain.
Happiness to see my humble home,
Happiness at not being alone,
Happiness to sit, and not to roam.
Happiness is family to me,
Happiness in the faces, I longed to see,
Happiness is once more being free.
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I long to see, a mighty oak tree
I long to be near to the sea
I long to see, i long to be
back in my home where i am free.
I long to see the river run
I long to feel the valley sun
I long to feel rain on my face
and while away my last few days.