I'm on my way, from afar where I roam.
Go tell the forest and the lulling sea,
Your Connecticut lass, is coming home.
My heart does soar, it hurts and pines to see
The cloudy blue sky over forests dark,
The old stomping grounds where friends used to be,
The roads we oft travelled, memories mark.
Some laughter, some tears, Joy old and new fears.
I gain more of myself each time away
And lose some of my past, with each New Year
All fades and lingers, under time we fray.
No one may speak against you my own home,
My heart carries you loved ones, 'ere I roam.
About the Creator
Harlequin Curio
I started writing stories of magic from a very young age when I wrote my first skit. I then studied English at University and while chasing adventures in dance and acting, I still haven’t quite kicked the writing habit.
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