By the mountainside,

Hidden from the maps,

In a quiet and solitary life,

Lies a home that I longed for,

I stand on the road,

Barefoot; my feet burning,

The heat couldn’t compare to the warmth of my heart,

Telephone strings drew lines in the blue sky,

Connecting the past and the future,

I am, between the present,

In awe,

In a distance,

Said mountains hugged by the clouds from the east,

Moving lazily along with life,

Bright yellow light caught my eyes,

Rows of sunflowers blooming in the summer,

Beaming with happiness,

Traffic lights winked it’s colours,

Twinkled like the stars in daylight,

My home.