Because whether it be
In the midst of a busy day,
When the birds sing
In a beautiful harmony
And I've got things to do,
Or in the peaceful depths of night
When the world is still
And the sun is asleep,
My mind is drawn
Back to a familiar place,
Back to what it calls home.
And it's you,
It's always been you,
It will always
Be you.
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{e.o}
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The Lost Get Found Poetry
Poetry"Poetry is what happens when for a moment the mind stops working, and all we do is feel" Poetry is my expression. My escape. My therapy. These are works that I have compiled. Some are happy, some are sad, all are 100% pure.
