Missing My Savior

July 8, 2013

A year has passed and I still miss it all

The unbalanced terrain and the storm rain fall

How the air was quiet but a torogoz's call

And how tall were the ruins' walls.

I recall the powerful and roaring thunder

In refuge of a canopy, I watch under

Night fragrance of rainwater and cinder

I feel a part of me begin to sunder.

El Salvador is my forever my home

For it's a place I long to roam

And see the small houses of loam

But mostly night thunder's lonely moan

Hopefully, I will return

For the desire in me burns

For the land of butterflies I yearn

In such a small country, there's so much to learn.

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