Home
My home
Has a low-rise skies_
Three glazed green stars lived in.
The sun laughs at the flanks,
The wind hits wherever wants-
Transparent as water,
Solid as a mountain,
The lavenders smell, plays within.
From the mouths of windows,
Grunts September, chants,
As a melodious tune
My home
Which I coloured by my hands,
Happily holds me, as if I slept
In the heart of a dove
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
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