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By darwin Date: 2003 Sep 15 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.15.08.31.18357]] |
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It's in the falling leaves. The red's gold's and amber's. In the mists in the morning, our feet wet with dew. It's in the spiraling smoke, in the early morning fires. And it's in the warmth of your heart, that I find what is home. Through thorns I have fallen, and winds as they have torn my soul. I have braved fires and monsoons while waiting for you. I have cursed the Four Corners, and ravaged this earthen field. I have screamed from hell below, and felt my heart breaking while I waited for you. So it comes to this, that through the storms and flames, we find each other. I can lay my heart down, and my head finds rest in your arms. And I know the feeling, that I have come home... |