Incapable of healing I need to go home soon.

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I miss the green fields
The wide forests
with breaks of purple lavender in dry sand
The massive roots of old trees on the ground
I want to push them back in the earth.

The blue skies with dots of silky clouds
As blue as promised in a children’s book
One lonely stone gate on top of a hill
leaving me breathless after a long climb between sheep.

Missing the familiar consonants and vowels
And ash colored birch trees
crisp air in winter season
golden summer nights
pregnant with the smell of grilled meat

Rivers, brown and muddy.
Warning signs.
“Freedom and individuality”
Cigarette buds and cheap beer,
graffiti and the smell of piss
Humanism. Equality?

Incapable of healing I need to go home soon.