Treasure Island

Matthias Pantaleon

(August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

Motherland


The heart of the old is grey with memories
Youth only think of distant places
Where diamonds grew on trees
And the raven flew with stars in place of their wings

Motherland is a near
Only distant to travellers
The heart of home is the people
The people who travel thousand miles from their place of birth

Home is where the sun set
Where the birds return to at dusk
Youth is beautiful what a waste to spend as a stranger
The heart of home is beautiful

Motherland is where the mountains
Sloops into a blue sea
And the villagers dip themselves
But the heart of those far from home is beautiful

Submitted: Friday, October 11, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 01, 2013

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  • Jesus James Llorico (10/12/2013 1:24:00 AM)

    Beautifully penned words, an eloquence of
    superb magnitude.The heart of old is grey
    with memories a very deep line of verse. (Report) Reply

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