My Home Poem by Fatima Nusairat

My Home

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My home..
has a low-rise skies,
three glazed green stars lived in.
the sun laughs at the flanks,
the wind hits wherever wants,
transparent as water,
solid as a mountain,
the smell of lavender plays within,
from the mouths of windows,
grunts September, chants,
as a melodious tune.

My home..
which I colored by my hands,
happily holds me, as if I slept
in the heart of a dove.

Monday, September 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: home
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