Winds of Change

It’s time to go home.

To yield to the longing …

Where is home?

Maybe it’s time to go home.

If I knew where home was

To the song of the waves…

The shells scattered amongst the granules of sand…

It’s time to go home.

Time to stop running
Time to stop hiding
Time to let go

Time to go home

To the ocean
To the sand
To the shells

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