My place called home

My nomadic nature moves with the wind

At the pace of water

My soul dances with flow from my beating heart

I sleep where I lay

Wondering the adventurous of known and unknown

Floating, sometimes stomping

Breathing, sometimes suffocating

I live life and keep moving

I thought home was where ever I was happy

But, today found out home is in your arms

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