Dream of Home

In the twilight of dawn I dream of home
Our food tastes with the smell of smoke
the fire crackles in the earthen stove

The air is so fresh after the summer storms
When torrents from the mountains flood the river banks

The sky is decorated with twinkling stars
The moon pours her light upon bedside floor

The crickets play their nocturne all night long
The river makes its gurgling in the valley beneath

The rice is ripening in the fields
They fill the air with the smell of harvest

Oh, home that I once had in childhood,
Can I have again in adulthood?
  

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