Returning Home
By sidewinder
Touching in the sun, Feeling the rain, Knowing that life remains sublime within that heartbeat fulfilled in the rhythm of time, Celebrated in the blink of an eye, And in that horizon... Laughter filled the air, Never mind the bumps and bruises felt along the way, Listen if you can, Maybe then you can feel the embrace that restores memories returning home. April 9, 2001 Written February 8th, 2002 © on Feb 08 2002 06:26 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 4
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"Touching in the sun,..."