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I went back, through memories,

To see the time when I was born,

To taste the air that once I breathed,

And walk bare-foot upon the sand.


My feet they took me far and near,

Each fall inside another’s shoe,

The outstretched hand my fingers held,

As I strode through a pleasant land.


But buildings rose, and buildings fell,

Unrecognised behind my eyes,

And voices that I thought I knew,

Softly whispered, “Go back home.”


So lost I came at last to here,

Where fruits have withered on the vine,

And roots have curled inside and died,

And strangled thoughts again to roam.