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In my home, birds lose their wings, their ability to sing

The sun loses its light, its invincible power and shrine

It falls down every day and drowns beneath the ocean ground

The waves turn into tsunamis, and the winds into hurricanes 

Time loses its meaningless motion, and words lose their sound

In my home, the clouds turn red and the rain turns to aches 

The air becomes heavy with a distinctive strange smell

Trees turn pale and get chocked by the fear and anger of millions of breaths 

Flowers lose their beautiful aroma, their precious essence 

Horses are caged in and tortured behind a giant concrete fence

In my home, a bottomless black hole lies underneath my bed,

devouring my mind and soul..

In my home, there are no windows or doors

A shattered picture of reality hanging on the wall 

Broken glass of the past left untouched on the floor

Scattered pieces of a painting by someone called Van Gogh

In my living room, there's a wooden table

with no chairs or a vase of flowers,

beside an old clock that stopped since the birth of the curse

On the ceiling.. I painted the sky, the stars, the moon, the whole universe.

My room is filled with memories and echoes of people i used to know

Remnants of poems that i wrote with love and pain

Scrapes of letters written by those who left us in vain

In my home, i left my childhood dreams 

The last two memories of myself 

My friends tears and my mothers screams 

I left my heart, my blood and veins

So that every time when it rains, i remember...

that i may have left my home

but home have never left me