Cutting through the thousand miles

I can smell the dew on the white water lily

In the crowded bazaar of the vibrant town.

I can feel the vibrations of the dilly-dally

Walking on the streets I’ve always known.

I can sense the approaching storm of love

As my mom speaks with a commanding tone.

I can feel the warm breeze from silver clouds above

As I stand in my balcony eating an ice-cream cone.

I can hear the loud rings with chimes and smiles

When my lovely friends call on my phone.

I’m so close to cutting through the thousand miles -

To be there in a place I’ve known, my home, my own

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