the circle’s broken.
friendships have thinned.
the past’s shredded paper
blown on the wind.
our separate worlds
drift farther apart.
old roads promise a way back
but where would they start?
divided by sea.
distanced on land.
separated by lives
not plotted or planned.
to migrate like birds
back to where we belong
would make a new circle
unbreakably strong -
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