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Leaving My Home

Purple is the bittersweet feeling in my heart,
The day I left my country Somalia
Leaving was as black as the night,
Waiting to return someday is as bright as sunlight,
My tears fell from my eyes like rain,
While the sun illuminated the possibilities
Of beginning a new life.

Leaving My Home

Purple is the bittersweet feeling in my heart,
The day I left my country Somalia
Leaving was as black as the night,
Waiting to return someday is as bright as sunlight,
My tears fell from my eyes like rain,
While the sun illuminated the possibilities
Of beginning a new life.

Abyan Arab, 16

Vashon / Tukwila

 
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