a place called home
i released
all my worries
from the prison
of my embrace
at lastas i raised
my hand
out freely
to the sky,
surrendering
myself to it,
the sun
tenderly kissed
my cold fingersand i
realized
how nature
warmly welcomes
the willing ones
under its
loving care
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Letters to Life: Letters written to a loved life
PoetrySequel to Letters to Life: Letters written to a lost life A collection of prose and poetry Highest ranking #7 in poetry