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By, Azya Edris
In the whispers of maple leaves,
my heart beats a rhythm of longing,
echoing through this endless hum
War’s bitter echo haunts memories,
like scattered ash from a fading dream,
lost in these foreign streets
The language of my past fades,
amid voices speaking an unfamiliar tongue,
a puzzle I strain to solve,
yearning for the comfort of familiarity
Alone in this new country,
I carry the weight of displacement,
a silent ache for what’s left behind,
feeling like an exile in this foreign land
Yet, amidst this struggle for belonging,
I carve out my space in this unfamiliar world,
though the shadow of my homeland’s exile lingers,
a constant reminder of the journey’s cost.