Longing To Leave
French International School, Yente Koster, Poetry: Group 2
Sand blows across my face
Twinkling my skin,
Irritating my eyes
A teardrop rolls over my cheek
Touched by the most beautiful desert on earth.
The wind and sand are like an assembly all around me
Only accompanied by the camels walking next to me
Gently swaying from side to side
Covered in dusty sand
So much more at home than me
I take mental pictures
And feel being loved but not knowing why
Feeling lonely, nobody is there
Missing my family wherever I go
Thinking of them every time I blink
Walking with bare feet feeling little soft spots.
Endless kilometers of only golden colored sand.
The desert tries to talk to me but makes no sense
Speaking in the language of love
Dreaming of going home again
Freezing cold at night; like being frozen
Gazing at endless twinkling stars
I tell the desert I will return
Now to go home with sweet memories
