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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