Home - Now Returning To
More and more a comfort
Restful-lamped eves
Of consoling. In short
Home. Rest begets.
Whose nerve-stilling quiets
Soon to seep aid.
Back from off a street blown
Which hour of life
All joy for has outflown
A heart. Afraid.
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