For Home

I once knew a thing about dancing,

romancing.

But a southern breeze 

has blown my top kilter.

I'd like to think I was young once

but from such 

a deep silence

I have sprung

from.

To the sky I go.

Skipping on rooftops

and mountain edges,

dusted with love and laughter.

Away for home I'm bound.

This poem is about: 
Me

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