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Homesick

The strained face caressed by the soft air

Craving

Longing

Yearning

for a place she has never been

where her feet never touched the ground

An invisible string

pulling

dragging

leading her

to a place unknown

still nameless

but yet so close to her soul

The essence of home,

enticing sensation

rushing through her body,

every cell,

every fibre

Feelings of warmth,

a comforting sense of arriving,

resting

settling down

Embedded in

colours, vibrant, almost sacred,

with the promise of a new life,

Sounds, subtle and sweet

with the assurance to become one

with the tune of your being

Flavours, luscious and rich

with the intimate existence in a world of

warm smiles and acceptance

Wistful for a place where the soul can rest and

merge with the tune of her heart..

Homesick... for ....

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