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Home (Free verse) by morffrom

Often when I think of that place I dream of her and the stream the way the water ran off the heather her ruby lips, the green air that we breathed together but that was long ago and now the boy is a man and he is lost in a world of strangers and wishes he was home

<~> 6-Mar-03/2:06 PM
green works on many levels: reflecting the landscape, a metaphor for their youth (coloring everything around them), alive and vibrant, growing.

there are more. these pop up in my mind immediately.

trust your gut, mysterious palindrome.




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