June 29, 2018

I am longing to the sound of my father.
Reading Quran at the table by the window.

I am longing to the smell of the detergent
in the middle of mother's loundry time.

I am longing to brother's laught,
when he watching tv in front of my room.

And the most, I completely longing to them
bounding together as one with the whole things inside this place.
So I can called it, a home...


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