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Cold Winter Home


I am from the cold winter wind                                             

The snow that melts in your hand

A season I call mine

I am from the world of make believe

A word that is not real

But real to me

I am from the tears that I’ve cried

From the relatives I have lost

And the one that gave birth to me

I am from a world of unknown

Speaking two languages

Not knowing which one is my own

I am from the tough love of a father

The one I love with all my heart

I am from the care of my sister

The one that act like my mother

I am from a family that Is not perfect

But perfect to me

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