all leaves
wake up
with dew on their face
like we do
when we wake up
a drop of nostalgia
of our Real Home
when the sun comes
the dew dries up
and all is forgotten
about our Real Home
till next morning
And one day
we wake up
With no dew
And our Home
is lost for ever
How does one find
the way back Home?
Friday, March 6, 2009
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