Bring me home
To the place of quiet beauty
So to unravel the care
And temper the storm.
Where your lined paper skin
Captures memories dispersed,
With each breath exhaled
Whisper glories remembered
And battles once lived.
Upon the hearth we
Will lay our tales
Of past loves
Now ghosts astride the wind,
Upon the flames
To watch them burn
As our hearts once did.
Bring me now
To this place of recess
And let your
Seasoned wings
Enfold this troubled body.
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