Ancient runes and standing stones
Welcoming me onto their land
A place that feels like home
Where memories are secretly kept
in the depths of every bone
I have been here before
When my soul was
younger, wild and free
I’m eager to encounter
these forgotten fragments
of my entity
Wavy roads meander among
forests lush and green
Boarded with thousands of flowers along
the coloring book of my dream
In life’s hands I yield, pure and true
With an open heart I persue
the voyage to myself and
let the mystery continue
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