When returning to places long left behind
I wonder why I left at all.

Like a barb, you clung to me over the years
refusing to give up on drawing me back
to the land I long desire.



3 Comments Add yours

  1. Love it Now says:

    beautiful picture and a the text too🌺

    1. becketar says:

      Thank you kindly.

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