Your homeland stays inside your bloodstream. When you’re away from it for too long your veins begin to burn with longing.
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nawayee : a poem
…like my own temple,
withering away
over many a day…
Your homeland stays inside your bloodstream. When you’re away from it for too long your veins begin to burn with longing.
…like my own temple,
withering away
over many a day…