To be here feels so right to me,
feels like a home I have never known.
I walk the paths and nothing seems new.
Just familiar, teasing, taunting, a subtle clue,
that maybe here is where I am destined to be.
Not for a week, a month, but for my eternity.
I breathe the air and smell the scents,
and it all feels so right.
I awake in the morning from a gentle touch of daylight.
Knowing...
Feeling...
This is me.
But no longer is this enough in this land of opportunity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem