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Homeward Bound
Wild geese from the northern plains,
Fly across the empty terrain.
A journey
spanning many miles,
In perfect formation, they travel
in style.
In winter they feast on southern rice,
Come spring, they return to
northern skies.
Amidst the fields, the thistles
sway,
In the wind, they dance and play.
Severed from their roots, they roam,
Forever far from the place called
home.
But how can the soldiers depart,
Leaving behind their beloved
hearts?
They ride without end, day and night,
With armor, they stand, ready to
fight.
Old age approaches, they ponder,
When will they return to their
place of wonder?
Deep in the wells, the dragons hide,
Wild beasts roam on mountain
sides.
The fox's death, its final call,
But the hometown's memory never
falls. |
