My heart got divided between two lands.
One cool and breezy, with amber instead of gold.
The other—hot and vibrant, healing to my soul.

Away from cold winters, I lived in bliss.
Warm and well fed with flavors of the world.
I’ve made a home there, thinking never to return.

But echoes came from the so familiar woods.
A call from the wild trees and beautiful meadows.
Hearth built in my dreams emerged from the shadows.

Piercing the cloudy skies, a white bird carried me back.
With few answers and goodbyes, I was gone.
A hearth in my heart; I’ll never rest until it’s done.

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