New Home

A Foreigner on a Tree. Valencia (Spain), March 2019


You fly, you go,
you leave your home
just to make a new one.
You grow, you fly
always closer to your goal,
keeping old, making new.
Your heart leads the way,
the chosen path winds up
but home again, embraced
by the love that fuels you,
in the love of your life.
More than a home on a map,
your true and only home, though,
wherever your heart lives.

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