Searching the atmosphere above, trying to find a
road to take me home again where I used to live and be.
Knowing edges of memories can take me there, I wait for
dream-like inspiration to take my hand and heart leading
me into the foray of past images.
Delegating feelings to fill my heart with tears, drifting
from inner emotional content.
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