East or West, So what?

It’s an old story,
from previous times.
A heart left at home,
and all the language
still inside you.
Like a willow
shed of its flowers.
Yet, like a crab
I have crawled back.
Helped by someone,
borderless, and who
understands my words.
Now, I no longer need
your days of doom.

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