Immigrants
Immigrants
they move from one heartland
to another
restlessness leading the flight
and pace of the mover
the old paths not yet fully faded
the new colors haven't quite stuck either
the sun gives light, but gives not
warmth, couldn't it be warmer?
roots, yet to take grip
tender wings can't fly with grace
stuck in a no land of a restless mind
waiting patiently for the settler's peace
to own a piece of the new,
old baggages' thwart
not sure they fully belong
not sure of the new heart
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