by Caroline Slee

Ancestral memory
Calls my running feet
Down dusty roads
To triumph --

The song of my blood
Pulls my heart
To home and hearth
With quickened steps --

Our twin souls
Give me rest
Solace --
Comfort --
From the battles of the day…

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