when words get strung together like music

surrounded by books
belonging and longing with
wonder filled moments

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I travel to miss
home where my heart stops yearning
to make me feel free

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the luggage travels
place to place rolling over
hills green with splendour

sometimes great beauty
exists amongst the grey skies
inspiring awe

leaves above rustle
like rain falling with power
nudging my wonder

impermanence is
inevitably pending
knowingly cherish

my shadow darkens
ceaselessly haunts in silence
as I awaken

the mind compresses
like enclosing hurricanes
I try not to drown

the trees sway in sync
the storm raging endlessly
so what the wing sings

how do we embrace
the fleeting quality of
a passing sunset