Refugee

O green and sunny blessed isle,
caressed by balmy monsoon breezes,
how do I yearn for thee, dear land,
where I received the gift of life...

Thy splendid sights, alluring sounds,
appealing scents and fascinating lore,
the many lifelong, loyal friends
I had to leave, unwillingly...

This foolish heart of mine
defying wisdom and reality,
still cannot cease to dream
of that which never more can be...

by Willem VanVoorthuysen

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.