Murmur of the Land
Maedeh Tafvizi
→MFA CER 2024 In the tender hands of clay, I find my personal canvas,
Where the earth becomes my muse, profound and endless.
A longing, deep and intimate, for a place to call my own,
Missing the feeling of belonging, like seeds to soil sown.
Am I even missing home, I ponder in the night,
Where is home, a question that ignites a restless light.
In this clay, in this land, I navigate my grief,
Seeking roots, my heart’s relief, in the soil beneath.
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Maedeh Tafvizi is hoping to find the sense of home.