I never like returning
From a trip or sojourn
Everyplace I see,
Wherever it might be,
I felt I was at home.
I am home.
At all the places
Where my heart resides.
And my heart resides
At every nook and corner
Of this far flung world.
Even where I have never been.
Even in those places unseen,
Pristine, pristine.
No one has returned ever
From Bohemia.
My search is on.
I shall not return
Until I've heard
That unsung song.
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