COMING HOME (WPC: Happy Place)


I was a nomad wandering
from dream to dream living
life with neither anchor nor chains
until I found your arms
then I  wondered no more
why birds, born free,
would fold their wings
for a humble nest
in an obscure tree.
There, in your embrace, I knew
I’ve been searching for my place
to love and to be
that being held
my heart and soul were set free.



WPC:  Happy Place

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