Wind of changes
Lucky I was to find me brother
In Mazar, Afghans...
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Your story is heart-warming, but also bittersweet. What lovely lines you wrote: FELT BEING HOME, AFGHAN, / IN A HOUSE MADE OF HEARTS... I HAVE LOST MY NEST TO THE CHANGES. // This could only have been written by someone who found friendship while living through terrible turmoil.
Great one my brother. I can see the movie in my mind. Your style and power of evoking enotion is unique. I have been to Afghanistan through your poem. Great stuff.