With a moon-bow on the backdrop
Under the star lit sky
Beneath the Acklemore tree,
Waiting for my beloved

As the dawn approaches,
Took my leave,
Trotted down the hill,
Home.

Home,
Far, far away.

As I walk this path;
In the shadows of tomorrow.

Reached a set of crossroads,
Undecided,

I stand – stare

Filling my wanderlust,
Or going home (?)

Run of conclusions,
Conclusively –
Filled my wanderlust

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