The Breeze of Home

At a sound of flute calling
The wind does not fight me
A friend that carries me home
I submit to the wind
Breezing me to a home
As my feet lands,
Subtle ground embraces me
I just sink in an aroma within a womb
Petals that sways within my arms
Momentarily I am bewitched
A home that somehow was missed
“Every soul keeps searching, the search does not stop for a soul to find its home. Some of us spend a lifetime of our human existence in search. Yet a soul does not need a tangible home to exist, just a tiny place filled in contentment become a home”
Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi
Inspired by a photo by Don at Flickr.com
Labels: Flower, Omani Poet


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