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There's a place I go
when my spirit is cold
When my soul glows low
When my head my hands hold
With All my troubles in tow
When all the world is cloudy and dark
When I lose my zest for life and its spark
it is my secret place
Where I don't grow weary
Where I take a reviving breath
And I see sparkles of hope and glory
Empathy and courage in your stories
Passion Through your eyes and
The shifting landscapes Transform
Brightening my soul to rise
Till it glows like the love in your eyes
For the filigree of emoting be it strife,
The tragedy of life or the joy of living
There's a place I go when my spirit is cold
Here In your warm collective fold
Your pixelated thoughts
And lit gestures
My spiritual ephemeral
home away from home.