To stand in the doorway at night and smell the obscure scent of first snow in the air makes me think of my home country. Where I come from the winters are the longest and darkest. Maybe because of that the people are the warmest.
Just in that instant I miss it so much that the taste of snow in the air slightly resembles the taste of tears.
WOW this is also beautiful from this one (I may not be right) but in my opinion for me this is about a person who lives in a different country and moves to somewhere else a complete different country and has to live differently and is homesick and misses his/her home country
ReplyDeleteYou are very right about the topic. It is about missing something that you are used to from childhood but had almost forgotten and then something brings it back.
ReplyDeleteI was sort of right finally i'm right about some thing lol this sort of touches me I'm thinking about what it must be like for some people who have to leave there home town and move to somewhere there not so known off
Deletewell maybe one day you will do the same, travel and feel the difference...
Deletepossible if I moved to a different country I'm bound to feel something
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