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A Home - watercolor on paper


I've roamed these infinite highways
on tired and wary feet
Counting through the byways
and miles left before I sleep

On my lips was yearning,
in my heart a fierce despair
that the Dream would dissipate
before I'd finally gotten there

Now I'm on the threshold,
I'm about to step across
Thinking back to days of anguish,
remembering all I've lost

With a deep breath for balance
and a sigh of vast relief
I step into my Home,
letting go of all my grief.

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