returning
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Come here
They whisper of a re-entry
When all that has plagued you is left behind
and you are living in bliss tenfold than the sorrow you endured
In this mystical place
far from the World and her terrors
Children of the lion. Biding to be free. The motherland of the people. Cries with the trees.
My life finally at full-volume
The city echoing back
the bright flicker beats of
a genuine smile
I shed excess layers like
a spring sweater
