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Going Home

Over another crimson shore
Beyond this land of metaphor
Under crescent moon I sail
To the dawn of tenderness

Going home past goldenrods
Walking through fern and forest
Knee deep in a garden of clove
Finally, I am going home

East of my dreams of sun
Children playing on round-abouts
A smell of valley lilies
And now I am home

Lost in arms of sanctuary
Peace and silence carry on
What harm could ever befall me
Now that I am home

~THE FLOWING PEN~
11-23-03






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