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Home short poem

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Running out of life
are you
what do you see
out of the broken window panes
a train to nowhere
moon hiding behind the trees
or your own shadow leaving you
there is no truth in the lie
all are scribbles of those
who can’t cry
let it go
let it go
you aren’t of this world
see that all yellow
in the distance
you belong with the fireflies
abandon all that was’t appreciated
and run my love
run while you can
and when you’re about to fade
stay
it has been a long day
sit back
and breathe for a little too long
we are almost home

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Amazing thought, even better picture painted with words.

Ayndrilla Ghosh
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Amazing!!

Savi Mani
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wonderful poem…………a very very thought provoking…….the word HOME bringing a different meaning different dimension………lovely….

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