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by Sammy
Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #2203246
A poem about loving your homeland but knowing you need to go places.
Sometimes I long for distant lands.
That contain grainy sands.

Other times I pine for home.
And its calming grey colours.
Which fill me with glee.

I adore the familiar smells
and, glorious tastes.

But the unfamiliar.
With its strangeness
its weirdness.

That is what draws me.
That is where my dreams lead.

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