It’s beautiful! I hear myself
exclaim. My ardent
voice
surprises me. Such flattery
has not
been my first choice.
I gaze around this foreign ground --
its gentle, greening land.
I’ve been aloof since we first moved,
but now I understand
Time, like spring, has softened me.
I’ve stayed here long enough
to find, despite my stubborn mind
I'm in a a place I love.
Unseen, my countless memories
like roots have spread
my soul
across this
place.
I smile and say
I guess
I must be home.
I must be home.
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