return home

Its time
to fly
Home
Hit
the road
Again
~
Fists
Gripping
seventy-
Two hours
And a heart
Heavy
sad
In
Turns
~
With
Back
To old
Stomping
Grounds
Gently laying
old pet
Peeves, grief
To bed, carrying
Away Sifted airy
Light moments
I bid final
Farewells
~
Home
Is where
Heart
Is
Spring
In feet
I
Move
Forward
Wall to wall
Smile
On
Lips
~
Parting
Is not
Only
Sweet
sorrow
It can be
Joy
Also
~

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