And the wind blew again, and
I felt a sudden feeling of nostalgia,
I felt alive inside, yet
I felt the pain in the same way,
I felt happy remembering, yet
I felt sad recalling,
How it was to be in her arms,
How it was to be near her.
As the rain pours gently on my face,
I felt so cold yet so warm,
Recalling the times we played in the rain
Reminiscing her expressive eyes
Her elegant moves
Her soft voice
And the way she laughed…
As the moment stand still
With eyes closed,
Recollecting each and every detail
I feel glad,
But I still feel the pain.
I still remember how it was to be in her arms,
I still remember how it was to be near her.
I missed how it felt to be home
I missed home...
May 20,2009
Source:
http: //lovelifepoems.wordpress.com/2011/08/04/home/
'I missed how it felt to be home I missed home...' A painful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent metaphor. Sometimes I missed home too... and my childhood memories. Great piece!