I’m Going Home

Bubbles of rolling hills
beckon me to walk
along trails of peaks
and valleys
littered with wild flowers
pebbles, frogs on toadstools.

It is in the floresta
that I find my soul
the haven that wraps
me in serenity
that brings me home.

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