Falling is feeling too much freedom
Awaiting an unknown, unplanned future
Falling is waiting to land
This is me, waiting for solid land
To no longer toil against stormy weather
This land of mine is like a soft embrace
Gentle support and unwavering loyalty
Her wells and rivers never run dry
I have no fear of drought
Or starving for affection
My land showers me with kisses
When I reach it, I'll shall never depart
This is the land of eternity
Monday, August 27, 2012
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