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THE JOURNEY HOME
The land calls me home,
lush green softness quietens my thoughts,
I now know I can dream.
Dream all the new dreams I have glimpsed within,
allowing crystal clear rivers to cleanse what has been.
Like early dew on my skin, new dreams glisten within,
I can see clearer, vast open vistas appear.
The sun rises like a burst of inspiration, new patterns emerge,
shapes that move me to look closer, to be clear.
And new colours bring peace to my heart,
home to the dreamtime where seeds of the new can grow.
