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 fly me home
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Fly me home
To pleasant moons
Ruined grass
Familiar Voices that quench the drum of my ears
Do not hinder me Lord
There are children to be born
Into a life with no monsters
Tearless nights
Into a restful sleep after a playful morning
Where time does not conspire with misery
Take me, to the stillness of a kind embrace
My grandfather’s scent
A room filled with my cousin’s laughter
Where an honest prophet
Tells me that bigotry is not religion
Loathing is sin
To people
I have known to do
Instead
Of hovering on a well written speech
A home land
Where
I am
Neither submissive nor a whore
A state of being
Friends with wide open doors
Taking me in
Laughter, luggage and broken dreams
Unlike the alleys I ran from
Too many visions
Yet nothing to be seen
Fly me
Away from the salty oceans of my heart
And the confusion of a mind
That still believes in a kinder time
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�يمان أحمد
فيس بوك
تويتر
انستقرام
يوتيوب
بنتيريست