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Like a child I run home,

Desparate for a warm embrace.

It's been so long for me to roam,

My heart is tattered, fragile as lace.

 

Like sun rays dancing in the leaves,

I'm filled with hope by your loving face.

I'm ok now, I dare to believe,

Happiness and home is what I chase.

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rhyssa14

This poem was inspired by a picture of a barefoot little girl running home along a dirt trail. 

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