The Story of my Life
Unfortunate are those who die in a foreign land~ by poet
The patch of sky overhead is alien
under my feet is a land unfamiliar
the air here doesn’t smell like home
the water here doesn’t taste as sweet,
Buried I’ll be far from where I belong.
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