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This Land

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WildFangWolf

Published: Sep 4, 2012

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This is not my home...
Not where I reside.
But where I thrive,
That is my home.

When I first arrived
Here in this grassy plateau...
I saw no one else.
Just an empty flatland.

But one by one,
The curtains fell
Off of their cold,
Rigid, steel hooks.

What lie behind...
I thought I'd never find.
A faint shadow...
In the shape of a person.

One behind each sheet,
Standing as straight as
The trunk of a tree.
Looking strangely puzzled.

And one by one,
As I gaze at the figures,
Their attention become focused
On the figure... of me.

Slowly, I began to see
Who they truly were.
They were my family.
Tried and true.

Not related by blood,
As one would normally think.
But related by spirit,
The most unbreakable link.

There were my brothers,
Standing next to my sisters.
My twin stand between them all.
But in front...

The one whom I love.
The one person who,
Through all the pains of life,
I would always love.

Here in this land,
We are never farther apart
Than a few feet,
No matter the physical distance.

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'Tis a piece for my family. My brothers and sisters, my twin, and my love.

No matter the physical distance... we're never farther apart than a few feet.