my world is uprooted
taken by force of
nature and ripped from
earth and skin
leaving, always leaving
a gaping wound,
an open mouth
screaming for a
homecoming
screaming for
banners and balloons
and yellow ribbons
tied around your branches
Your world is that of a warm personality, tender in thought and of abounding talent regards Chris 10
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I would like to translate this poem
the last line suddenly makes u think differently from the main subject, , making it larger than what appears, , nice write