The mountains beckon
Whispering sad songs.
They speak of long-ago dreams.
I’d love to come back here
If only to feel the exhilaration
of knowing –
That somewhere in the labyrinth
of memories,
We were happy
Just looking at this vista
Sharing thoughts of home.
Maybe, when I come back here
I would just absorb the silence
While the wind whispers to my ears,
I am home!
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