Bird Calls

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Song of Home

I won’t call you home

because near

you will remain

far.

Although I am near

my voice will come

from a region apart.

It will be as it was, right from the start.

My voice will come

apart, and we will be together

as we were from the start.

I will turn it into

together, apart.

Always be there

turning into

song.