My neighborhood,
full of natural scenery,
flowers,
cafes,
homes
and parks.
I dwell in my little home,
with my friends, I spend the day,
and with my parents, I spend the night.
Scarcely, a street
with barely four houses,
with one cafe,
and one shop.
I stand and look down on the village,
with its simplest street.
The wind comes upwards,
and stirs the grass at my feet.
I watch my mates dash out to play,
from my window,
with sadness in my eyes.
They were so full of life,
while I was so dead.
I have your memories,
oh, village,
your nightmares,
and your wishes.
But the day,
I would leave the village,
I would miss all of this.
It would be home sweet home,
indeed.
©tomiajg🖤