Norway Four - Iv
You’re home.
Well.
For me, home hardly ever happens here;
Only with you.
A spinning head calms and falls level,
Thoughts align and travel peacefully;
Their lines quiet with a stilled grandeur
Which only you can deliver.
I wait for the day when you come
Home
To me.
Copyright © Annabelle Jane | Year Posted 2018
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