 Sunday, May 29th 2005, by Marissa A Spencer
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If I traveled to a distant land
A stranger on the lonely shore
Would you come and take my hand
And take me to your family’s door?
May I sit at your friendly hearth,
And listen to the evening’s chimes?
Could I travel half across the earth
To share these special, quiet times?
But, here I sit in my darkened room
Ethereal connections pulse and hum
Yet in spite of the apparent gloom
You are here when the day is done
© May 28, 2005 Marissa A Spencer
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