May 7, 2017

Moving here, moving there, we move everywhere.

People come, people go, some for good, some for not so long.

I fled my country with a broken heart

Leaving friends and family, and it all behind.

I arrived and felt strange

Wishing it had never changed, yet everything was rearranged.

Eventually i adapted, and now i was attracted

It was a whole new world, different people, and different city

Yet my love for my country has never abandoned me

A love so strong,  that never fails me

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