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Falling

by Lucille Younger
I have fallen
through the cracks.
Through a soft spot
of a cloud,
I tumble.
Past the land
once so familiar.

This terrain
carressed me once and
glowed eternal.
Inside-out and
outside-in
with warmth and wonder.

It filled my soul
with love,
this land.

But, now I tumble.
Unattached and unprotected
past the knowing and
the known.
Past familiar glances,
sweet asides
and gentle voices singing
"you belong. This is home!"
I fall.
Alone.



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