On my way home

Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

On my way home I’m on demand
I see the rainbow in the sky
The red crab is dancing
In the golden sand

On my way home I have time
To enjoy the beautiful landscape
And I cannot believe
Mother nature has blessed me

On my way home I just breathe
The salted water on my hair
The seaweed cracking below my feet
The sky changes in a blink

On my way home I forget my pain
My eyes are craving for a miracle
Suddenly, the bush of the old tree
Is waving me again

On my way home I feel free.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz


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