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poems

Published

May 13, 2020

The path always leads back to you,
my dear,
To here where the earth meets the sky
to kiss the lips of the horizon,
To here where leaf towers and wildflowers rise
to drink and revel in the morning sun,
To here where the sea softens its siren calls
for whispers of solitude,
To here where sorrows
are given light,
To here where shadows
go to die,
To here, my dear,
a place just beyond myself
where all voices were meant
to sing.