Please.
I ache to be there,
And I must save myself somehow.
The very essence of my being urges me to return,
And the land beckons, singing
Come back, come back, come back
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
