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Empty. Longing for home..
Wondering, as I look around, why am I here?
Never feeling familiar surroundings, only
unknown ground... Not wanting to be here, any
more...
Home, I miss...
I continue to be swollowed up by it... wanting
to be back there...

I cry on my pillow lace...every night...

Linda Mary Rachel Haungs

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

poem poems home Longing empty

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Shannon Wright 20 December 2007

Linda- I think we've all been homesick like this- thanks for putting words to that feeling. -Shannon

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Hazem Al Jaber 27 June 2007

oh, , sad feelings and really i can feel within yours.. its so sad to feel that you are so faraway from the place and the home which you belong to.. yes when we are so far, we only find our pillow to talk with and to cry on it.. so nice and great writings.. yours hazem

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Marvin Brato 20 June 2007

Home sweet home... nice poem Linda. I enjoy it.

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