The weathervane reeled atop the steeple, and rounded sharply upon the wind of destiny. And said weathervane aligned itself to point me westerly, and home. So I packed my bags to leave. For signs and signs and signs are many in this short, living life - But the only signs that matter are the ones you heed. I walk... And angle up my shoulder to the wind, The rain. The snow. And walk. Beneath sterile moons and rice paper suns. A mind now fixed upon horizons of the heart. Until. At last, I reach the waterside. My hope. My love... My pride. Lie twinkling on the other side.
Reason for writing:
Home.
Birth sign: Gemini
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