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Sun, 08/17/2014 - 23:47 -- AmandaV
 
 
Here I am
With wings of innocence
Flying through the air of opportunity 
Making my way home
 
Home 
Where my heart is
Where I rest my soul
The place of love and safety
Where I belong
Only so fragile and alone
 
In this tree I take refuge
A nest I build for nurture
The tree who I call mother
The one and only and not another
Home
 

 

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