Log Cabin Chronicles
Coming Home
BERIT LUNDH
Dandelion puffs and clouds Curl themselves around the trees And while the flowers and grass embrace The little brook makes music with the breeze And I, curve my spine and hang my head back Ever as far as it will go And arched like this I spin And the freedom from within Is escaping through my skin In wonderfully coloured waves of simple joy. I dance and dance and dance this way Until my body stops and stands I look around for hands to hold To share a sky that's pink and gold And suddenly, See inside of me And know that I'm alone So, I wrap my arms around myself It feels so fine to be with me I think I'm coming home.
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