we are scattered on this earth,
footsteps in the desert.
We do not, or cannot, know
when and how to return
to the homes
our ancestors loved
for centuries.
Like clouds,
we try to give shade and rain:
the best we can.
But deep down, we do not know
whether we even belong
to where we happen to exist.
Like clouds,
we might visit our homes
without knowing that they still are
ours.
Invaders have changed much
of our landscape,
much or our lives.
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