With absence nostalgia may weaken but does not die away
The migrants think of their homeland every day
Of their first family and old friends memories with them remain
And in their visualizations they go home again
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Well evoked picture of the migrant's mind, Francis. I like the way you say these sentiments persist even though some conceal them, and how you say they last till death and give rise to imagined visits to what will always be home.