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[hackesackman]

Going Home

Home is a peaceful place
emerald fields stretch far and wide
scents of countless flowers
carried on the whispering breeze

lying on the prickly grass
endless stars bestow their light
we lean in for a gentle kiss
a moonlight walk along the beach

close your eyes and take it in
open them, it fades again
A place you’ll always seek,
And yet never find.