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 When you find your way home

In gladness will I receive your return 

For you have been gone for long

My mind may forget you

But my body knows you by name

By smell, by touch


When you find your way home 

Wholeheartedly will our embraces be

Like a lost friend, like a lost love

Surrendering to you as it should

As it has always wanted


No rush

No hurry 

Gentle strokes

On that blank canvas 

Hold the brush

Dip in wet paint

Top to down

Left to right

Let me be your endless art piece!

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