Have you seen

Have you seen my village

nestled in between the mountains

bathing in the sun

where the clouds embrace its peaks.

Have you seen my valley

where wind sways wheat the colour of gold

where wine grape carries heavy fruit

in the beginning of Autumn,

along the winding river of my memories.

Have you seen a house on the end of the road ?

Old woman bent to the ground

beneath the passing of time.

Have you walked under stout branches of my trees

along the street with no end

that takes you on the journey with no return.

Have you ever seen my mother fields

faces that no longer exist

wind that no longer blows

golden wheat that no longer grows.

Have you seen the valley of my childhood.

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