Stilled Wanderlust

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I wandered the balmy island streets,
Oceans away from where I'm from.
Thousands of faces I'd love to know,
I effortlessly weave through the coconut trees.
Earthy,
I'm wholesomely grounded.
Familiar,
My heart still, yet compounded.
Not a reverie but a place I've known,
My freedom journey,
Here, I'm whole,
Here, I'm home.

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