Motherland

Silver Spy

═════════.▪️. Oh how I miss the happy people how I miss the rainy streets Yes I miss being greeted like an old friend by random people at the railway station I miss the old lady outside the shop, opening her hands for some coins Everyone treated me equally It was like we were all one huge family. Rich French words swirling around carried by the wind The ladies in the bakeries smiling while baking warm, fresh bread The chocolateries gifting sweets to the children, making them even more joyous than before... Oh how I miss the long bike rides through the cobblestone alleys Going from shop to shop searching for that perfect gift for the people we love Running in the darkness, our steps echoing through the road Screaming from happines, laughing at everything we see I trip over my own feets, I scratch my knees But I stand up, I keep going I don't feel the pain I'm too happy, too free Say mom why do you think I cried myself to sleep all those times It's because I miss all the things we used to experience together Yes I miss my own country, my language I miss sparks of myself, I miss me Because every single time we leave this fascinating place, when we leave Belgium I see: This is my home, where I belong and need to be ═════════.▪️.

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Valour And Faith

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Thanks, that means a to a kid like me

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