by Shannondoah
there is a quiet
swell
rolling inside me
like the
waves set
upon the sea
each break
like a
deep breath in
and
each crash
like the
great exhale
o wild mountain
calling my heart
singing
in the winds
here
the rain falls
nurturing
the
lands
and cleanses
my soul
how could i
roam
so far
from
home
like a dove
i will return
le temp reviens
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