where are you stranger
where are you home.
are they different
or just when alone.
the smell of the grass
and the light on this page
what do they say
of lost and unafraid.
trite to look in
or better to search.
only one Divine
sometimes too close for words.
wait for the moment
when the leaves define the clear.
make sure you listen
sounds drifting in the air.
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