The Longing|Poem

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The birds are chirping

Looking out of a small blue window

The eyes of strangers stares.

The smell of the morning dew

Reminds me of my home miles away.

Longing for it, yet drifting away.

The day seems longer

And the night seems deeper.

The wind is colder, no softness in the air!

The heart cries, tears in the misty eyes
Longing

For a place call home

Far away. 

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Jianthui Bariam, Tamenglong