He walks slowly along the sea shore,
His face is pale...eyes sore,
He needs a balm, pains galore,
He has been here before...
The gentle waves play with his cold feet,
The chirping birds singing...divine treat,
The palm trees bloom...happiness soars,
He has been here before...
A tall man sprints past him,
Chanting a very familiar hymn,
It's a song he cannot ignore,
He has been here before...
He continues with his wobbly gait,
But he feels a heavy, inner weight,
His hidden intuition comes to fore,
He has been here before...
The voice asks him to pause,
He doesn't know the cause,
He turns around, the man is unseen,
To meet him, why is he so keen?
He becomes restless, his hands shiver,
His silent lips start to quiver,
A sudden realization...He had seen this before,
But they were to meet..that was his chore.
He walks faster, then breaks into a run,
He ran for miles, there was no one,
Tired and exhausted, he evoked his dead mother,
And sitting beside him was his long-lost brother...
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