MY FARAWAY HOME
Crisp afternoon breeze mirrors a happy home...

Each mirth and grief of drifting clouds
frigid days and lightless nights shrouds...

Devoid of light, among the graves,
I see her rise over the looming shadows...

Resisting at all cost,
This game...

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the miles are simply longer...

Eyes filled with tears, scanned the grayish sky.
Whispered your name, along with a great sigh...

When I was a child,
a night time was something to truly fear...

He is the epitome
of rich tradition...

There's a rush
between the many folds...

At times, I wish, my thoughts could travel
like a twirling coiled rope of wind...

There is something in the morning air
that makes me unsteady...

I should have known:
the sun does shine...