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Going Home

By garycwh

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As I walked through this park for a final stroll in this twilight of an evening of overwhelming peace and silence the little tree by which we had our escapades its proud branches and boughs now lends shelter the bushes behind which we hid now made way to picnic benches I walked on the grass gently brushing the evening dew into a spray as I softly mumbled to myself and pray all at once I wanted to be everywhere And everything, everyone seemed so special as my memory floodgates open and completes me I feel so full of myself of who I was, who I am and who I wanted to be and everything around me seemingly so clear as my failing eyes pierce into the night and my tired soul and my bursting heart eases into relief looking back for one last time before… I turn my back and reclaim myself and move on with my journey….. HOME. Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 17 2001 06:04 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10

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