Wednesday, July 26, 2017

GOING BACK

Once it was home,
Beloved home,
A place where happiness lived
And joy
Danced in the air.
Yet in this time of returning,
Home is bare,
Stripped of imagination,
Sheets in which lovers lay
Long gone cold.
Dissipated,
All of it dissipated
Into the wind.


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