Homeland

As the train halts , as the breeze gently brings back nostalgia , Walking by the alleys awakens a side of me, In colourful spirits encounter the embodiment of life , The sparks from the lamps ignite the flame within me, Words refrain from uttering on seeing this beauty , It’s the same temple travelling through all the generations , Walking barefoot on this soil feels home , Taking away uncertainty deep into the depths of its origin , The gods travelling to see the devoted souls, Clearly ruling out a favourite from the sky as it pours down on the parched life, Forever this cycle repeats making it hard to leave this heaven , As the sun sets it’s time to descend back into reality , Leaving a reflection that with time loses it’s identity. -AnniX13