by Tanya Southey   Aug 23, 2019

In a strange land
the sky was not my own
I wandered
through the streets alone
and no one looked like me

In a strange land
the food was not
what I had grown;
table for one, I dined
a million miles from home

In a strange land
the words did not roll
off my tongue,
child-like I pointed to
what I wanted
and smiled in thanks
that still my needs were met

In my homeland
I bumped into myself
and met a stranger;
it took a while
to see I was my friend.

© Tanya Southey


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  • 4 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    A thought provoking one Tanya. Beautiful.

  • 4 months ago

    by Michael

    Beautiful Tanya, and jolly well done, M :)

  • 5 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This is wonderful, truly. Nominated.

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