We did not want to meet,
fierce migrants, wanting to fit in...
It feels like ages since we’ve talked
But I can still see your smile in my head...
You threw your accusations
Twisting truths like a knife...
Dedicated to Uncle Steve Kepros of Iowa, USA
I wish I had Gibran's hand...
It's not goodbye it's see you later.
I will see you again when it's my time...
Coming home, here,
breaks through every layer of brick...
I miss your giggle.
I miss your sweet smile...
Standing on familiar soil
I see the echoes...
What's this? what's this?
There's shiny things all around...
Believe in your true soul
Evolve within your surroundings and...
I hate how time exists
Everything changes...
How does one bid farewell
after a long joyous companionship...