Migration’s March
T Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
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Drawn time now calls upon...
those free but yet not free.
Day called homeward yearning turn...
beyond most distant sea.
Home not where thou left
beloved. Time lost... Washed... Irritant...
Birthplace... dreamers forever flee.
Home hanging out place... heading off head.
Destinies pace; movement decrees;
Ultimately decisively; each resting place to be.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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