I Knew That I Had Come Home
A cobbled path winding lazily through a forest of emerald greens,
Streaks of sunlight bursting past the canopy of birch wood limbs,
An aromatic scent lingering between each wooded mile,
Lost in time, I knew that I had come home.
A grey-thatched hut with pillars of timber and earthen floor,
Stoked hard flames crackling fast and warming the potted hearth,
A sweet melodic song from the parted lips of a sylvan lass,
Lost in time, I knew that I had come home.
Like a pair of lambskin mittens against wintered hands,
Like an embrace of angelic wings folded against waiting arms,
Like a scented kiss feeding a hungered soul from deep within,
Lost in time, I knew that I had come home.
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