Staying

Staying, 

not standing, 

not in one place 

if that is what you see. 

Come, 

come with me. 

You are home 

it’s not one place 

as they told me. 

Stay, 

dry your eyes of tears, 

those rivers 

have reached the sea. 

let me show you, 

show you,

what there is to see. 

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