tears of longing


Why does everything still make me cry?

I'm searching for a homeland...

Do you know?

You are my homeland and my refuge?

I think it's your face...

that I eagerly await every morning...

outside the bars of my soul's prison...

So I can remain alive,

clinging to reason and hope.



Poetry by salem
Written on 2026-06-14 at 21:16

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