"Back to My Hometown"

"Back to My Hometown"

A Poem by word-logue
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"At last I'm back to where I began."

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Forest speaks a language of choice;

While the river sings all along

With the birds as second voice;

 

Nature orchestra with the entrance song

Brings trees to dance;

And the cold wind breathes so long;

 

Luminous sun’s crown radiates trance;

Of a wonderland and paradise

Diverges from city lights at a glance;

 

Everything is alive to rise;

So natural and real

Whereas urban is dead and in disguise

 

Driving miles from that edifice;

To the home, buried down in years

In my mind, blinded from the beauty with lies;

 

Weary heart, under reality’s pressures and fears;

After a sense of loss of inception,

Place abandoned, unexpectedly, banishes the tears;

 

At last, here I am to place of my conception;

My hometown -- My derivation.

© 2014 word-logue


Author's Note

word-logue
Let's go back to our hometown... :-)
I'm just feeling kind of nostalgic right now...
Please check this out... and leave a comment..
Thank you..<3

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Added on November 9, 2014
Last Updated on November 9, 2014
Tags: home, hometown, river, sun, city, edifice, urban, trees, birds, song

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word-logue

NCR, Philippines



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I'm a psychology graduate. I'm 20 years old. I love reading English novels and love to listen to classical musics. I love exploring things. Because I believe there's something more astounding and eth.. more..

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