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Brought from Romania
Shipped over from home
And now I'm here,
To help myself.
But to head back to family
Would hurt the most.
If I could ride the horse
Through the tiny corridors
Summer 06'
Circled around the screen is my family
Grandpa in his recliner sitting stern and proud
My little brothers cheering loud
My mother and father clasping their hands
The cool breeze skims my skin,
Giving me the chills.
My toes crinkle in the sand,
As I quickly look to the hills.
Remembering him was easy,
But missing him was hard.
A hand of tension
One finger down at a time
Three...Two...One
Eyes close
The wind blows
The rain falls
The house falls
The cradle tips
A tear drops
Our hearts break
I love
burying myself under
the soft waves
and forming a new, blind world
under the wet, blue blankets
