The red arrows of the sun finding their way through a foggy morning make reflections of an array of colors when they fall upon the wet leaves of the Murug shrubs that used to grow around my house in Mogadishu. Now that I am displaced in Hargeisa, I can't see them anymore. I really miss the beautiful scenery.
Droplets of mist
Taking a relax
On the blades
Of shining green
Spark a stream
Of joyful memories
While in Mogadishu
they gave me a pleasure
of highest ecstasy
I really miss them
I hear you dear brother Abdi-Noor. I can share that I would like to see other places but home is where I really feel my royalty. One day brother king I pray that you and yours will be able to safely return. PLB&G for caring and sharing. Mikii & Baba.
Reviewed by Fergus Hancock (Reader)
Reviewed on June 14, 2007
Home is torn from you, Abdi-Noor. Home is with you as you take it where your feet land. Do not fear, you will come to your house and its bushes again, I am sure. Fergus
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(((HUGS))), love and prayer, Karla.