United Kingdom

England lies along the shores where constant waves roll in. It's a place that beckons me back, though I have never been. A longing tares inside of me that chokes my very soul and the little taverns beckon me to return to days of old. I inhale the cut grass blades that I've never laid upon, and soon I must go home or I know I can't go on. I miss hillsides through the palace and way far beyond I want my beloved England for it's there I've made my bond. Winter fires keep me warm through chimney's disrepair, I long for spring to walk again, among the gardens there. I miss my beloved England as much as I miss you, Let's always "keep in touch" with this special Déjà vu