The wind moans <br />Through the trees <br />I moan <br />On the outside chance I seize <br />Wherever I go <br />There is nothing <br />Except woe <br /> <br />Oh <br />My lord <br />Where is the home <br />Of the lover <br />Whose home <br />Is your homelessness <br />Hover <br /> <br />(2008/8/1)<br /><br />Persian Nightingale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homeland-3/
