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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-06-07 | | The chest of my eagle is yellow chrome His tongue sings the sweetest love songs with his beak he makes silver and pours it on to the earth As if a million angels are flying down from the sky and reflecting the face of my beloved on to the lake the face of the lake is my mirror I look and see thy face The one I’ve fallen in love with I’m so desperate to see face to face Home sickness defeated me I miss my home The smell is so different from the flowers in my garden my love awaits me next door However, the forest I walk is here And the mountains I climb/ the green grass once upon a time I jumped on... is there! The Five-finger Mountains which I used to climb is there... What has happened to our cottage? Where the hell is our beautiful roof gone? The flowers are dead in our garden... Gunsel Djemal 1/6/2009 Bromley Road- London
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