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My homeland is no land alone —
it is the rhythm of my mother’s tongue,
the warmth of hands that built the dawn.
It is where the fields call me child,
and the rivers sing, you are known here.
I carry it in my bones,
in every mile I wander —
a quiet fire,
a soft returning.
-© Ferit Sahin
