Then something takes me back;
Do not know what...
On the way to my old homeland.
Ah! How magical is this air with which
Even if I fill my lungs
They ask for more ….
Was the time heartless alone?
Or was it moving away
Of a pained heart?
Would return if called
For an unquenched thirst
Sandstorm, you made me know
How in plastered-off mansions
Dreams are woven in silk
All are not over
In spider nets...
I rise from a forgotten womb
How much I remain unknown in this town
I will yet walk through –
Let the overflowing waves
Be the part
Of the crowd of fallen leaves
To keep the deciduous in peace.
Or where else do I rest -
This turbulent sea?
Where else can it nest
Better than
Such Great smoky mountain forest!
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