Home Poem by Domes wau

I know where the road goes to
It spells an interactive place with difficulty
The distance illustrating such as a beauty journey
The smallest island calls my name loudly

I know what the path describes to
The spot of nature containing an elegant history
The struggle, for freedom is still mystery
Nobody could portray the crowd of people was fiery

Away from home makes differences
Then, I know which temporary places
When thinking of home existences
Some blossom feelings turning back to the distances

A thousand miles from I am now
When writing a poem of home
A sweet home like nearby my heart
And the soul of my body just arrive at home