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My Truest Home
My heart is always roaming free,
high among the mountains.
Fragrant spring dogwood;
plump, juicy summer blackberries;
Autumn's gold and cheer and a winter
beside the hearth's warmth.
Though I've gone...left through
fateful chance...there my heart
resides roaming free and unfettered.
Thankyou for saying that, I try telling myself that as well but it never really works.
I like your poem. :-) And from your poem it's sounds as if your pretty comfortable with who you are, and where you are, and that's good. :-)