My eyes are very little
My sight is settled
But yet, I can't see
With my very little eyes
Where is my home?
Let my eyes like hope
Fell the heat like the eagle feels
The daily thorns.
Why thorns all day and night
Why daily goodies on the king's side?
nature should be questioned, is this a home?
My tears in the morning, my utmost urge at noon.
My mourning at night
like disturbed water without rest.
Is this a home? are these hopes?
Oh! The potter, Oh! The pipers, Oh! My home.
Wow Excellent Photographer
Nicely home
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