Run away to home

There are days when I wantto run away to home—to that place that is right,where the ground smells like comfortand the trees wave hello. There are dayswhen I rememberand so—gladly—I come home,I am home,I am.

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Leaf

leaf

When I was a boy I would delight in the orangeness of the autumn leaves…

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With

with

How frightening, how lonely to be me against the world…

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