our way home

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reworked vintage

"our way home"

 

 

We drift on winds of

half-formed dreams,  

roaming wild without reply,  

until we feel your gentle tug:

 

your pen, our oracle,  

whispering between fingers,  

and in your faintest sigh  

you capture

life’s small miracles.

 

In each stroke,

we find our way home.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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