Fallingby Lucille Younger | |
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I have fallen through the cracks. Through a soft spot of a cloud, I tumble. Past the land once so familiar. This terrain carressed me once and glowed eternal. Inside-out and outside-in with warmth and wonder. It filled my soul with love, this land. But, now I tumble. Unattached and unprotected past the knowing and the known. Past familiar glances, sweet asides and gentle voices singing "you belong. This is home!" I fall. Alone. |
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