
2 Minutes Daily Writing no. 12.
I miss the mountain
The birds and the river
I miss the fresh air
I miss the sun
The wind kissing my face,
I miss nature,
I miss the other home
I Didn’t know that I will miss it
Until I lost it all;
I miss my home of peace,
I miss my home of love.
Between the way too high mountains
into the fresh grass,
bathing into the sun
I miss nature.