Softly you return to me
like the doe walking thru the mists a dawn
Magical
Humble
Graceful
Curious
Aware of every sight and sound
I have been gone from you too long
Wandering in the fields of illusion
created by the saboteur in my mind
that wants to deny the truths of my soul
Slowly I am returning home
yet again
To start Anew
And I know when I am ready
Waiting there
Will be you.
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