There is no place like Home

I am coming home while the wind dig my peace

As I did  for last years, I am on my way.

The mind runs through days on the squire of my time,

On thousands and thousands of miles away.

The Moon and The Sun get started to dance

On my Infinite to bring me the Light,

While running on mind to childhood and hence

A worm peaceful time embraces me so kind.

© Simona Prilogan


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