There’s a place.
Not far from my mind but,
far from my reach.
It’s not just a place,
It’s my home.
I see the familiar smiling faces,
And the sun always shining.
Where endless hills are covered in green,
And the air is unbearably sticky.
This special place even far away,
is not so far away at all.
It’s right here.
In my heart, and constantly in my memory.
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