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" Home is where the heart is"

Dear Willow Tree,

What’s become of me..

My poems are s**t, I’ve fallen in love

At what cost its killing my words

Love is suppose to up lift you and give you a break

why do I feel the whole earth quake?

I cant fight this feeling inside

It feels so damn good, to go along with the ride

Its not a man nor woman that makes me feel alive..

Its the mountains , the fresh ever green trees.. Oh the taste of that natural spring water

The crisp cool air..

You take me for a ride, my heart soars to the skies.

Let the Owls and Wolves guide me there

My home … Nature is where I want to go..