Kacha Tanka

We walk out the back door stepping barefoot on the grass flooring.
Surrounded by walls adorned with pastel vines, 
flower beds dripping bright hues and earthy tones.

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Home bound, feeling grounded, this is where life slows.

Sitting under the sky ceiling, reminiscing our travel last summer
Nostalgic, into the balmy day, we flow.

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Watching the spots of sunlight forming patterns on our palms, burying our head in books to escape the lingering itch to get away. We juggle and play.

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A soft scented breeze blows stirring the leaves, whispering a tune in our ears. We move with the melody, tapping our toes.

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Time seems to have stretched and we lay still.
Thoughts leave our mind as we unwind.

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Oblivious to our surroundings we enter a dream, we give in. 
Lead us back home, let us begin the journey within.