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Oct 14
Lost where you are
Lost for a long time
Lost for words
Lost for feelings

Come back to me my friend
Come to your place among us
Come here to find what was never lost
Come home

Standing on your skiff
Standing at the edge
Standing tall with sunlight jets
Standing on the precipice of next

Out on open water
Out between drafts of wind
Out amongst woodland hills
Out there hiding on the expanse

Let your tide come in
Let yourself sit down
Let yourself navigate by daylight
Let your discovery happen

The shoreline is sandy and warm
The ***** is gentle and the ground soft
The sounds are rhythmic and calming
The sense of yourself will be strong and sturdy

Here is familiar
Here all your feelings are felt
Here you won't feel forgotten
Here family is waiting
Written by
Philip Salt  40/M/Canada
(40/M/Canada)   
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