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When the red stones
Turn pink
And the sky a blush
When the roads
Seem a little shorter

That is when you know
I shall be home

When the night
Embraces the evening
Gently from behind

When the moon
Strokes the scene
With its light

That’s when you know

I shall be home

When the candles you have lit
Will burn once more

When the flowers on the stone
Bloom to life so prose

That’s when you know

I shall be home….

-Azra Rahman