With dreams
I had all the footsteps retraced
home is a wonderful coming
like lemonade in sultry summer
I realize now when
I tread a single breeze soothes
balming my soul
in all interiors of this body
made of its elements.
Come nourish me where I am alone
in stagnant air of illusion and aim
I cry!
O home! Big crowns of perennial trees
I will too grow and green
just as I did from day one on
and I know yes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
East or west or west, home is the best. Thanks.