everyday
when the birds fly home
and rest their wings
upon twigs and leaves,
sharing the spoils
of another day flown,
the wind stirs
and breathes
new life
into me,
showing me how to stay
and move on
without ever leaving
home.
and rest their wings
upon twigs and leaves,
sharing the spoils
of another day flown,
the wind stirs
and breathes
new life
into me,
showing me how to stay
and move on
without ever leaving
home.
yes, there is no place like home.
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