Mind travelling in unintended past waters
Unveiling the smiles and ease of before
Eyes in sight at the beauty of the former
Legs trail footprints on forgotten sea shores
When shall I see my beautiful home?
Is it the warm embrace of mother
Or the toys littering my childhood altars
Present in time, absent in mind, I yearn.
welcome from another newbie ;)
thank you
You'll be home soon. Awesome poetry!
Thanks.
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