I walk to the corner, round the bend
Trees seem taller, birds sing a different tune
I hop from island to peninsular
The very air seems different, even the moon
I move across three continents
Across oceans and rivers and dunes
I return, years after prolonged absence
I recognise nothing, but the tunes
And all at once, the years disappear.
I am home.
by ninotaziz
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for dversepoets