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Coming back to the path

Where I started,

I feel the true bliss

In finding the trails

I left behind

As I slowly

And silently walk forth.

.

Treading the familiar roads,

My soul

Savors the mirth

Once more,

Which I shared

With many voices

That helped me

Find and distinguish

Mine.

.

They are like the rose petals

That cushion

My path:

.

Like the gentle waves

That take me ashore;

Like canopy of leaves

That protect me

From the scorching

Heat of midday sun;

Like a woolen coat

Lined with soft cotton

To help me survive

The ferocious winter.

.

Like fragrant mists

Of morning showers

Nourishing a seed;

Caressing the reeds’ blades,

Moistening the velv’ty petals

To bloom ~

.

I’m nurtured

By the gentle air

Of praise

They whisper

In my ears.

.

And now,

As my thoughts

Veer back

A Year after,

I thought

My love child:

My web nook

Echoes my voice,

.

The real hearth

Of the tyke,

.

The true home

Of my heart.

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Jeques Web Nook has turned ONE, August 16, 2008.

The poem celebrates the bliss that this corner has given my soul ~

Let me share the mirth with you.

I wish you well.

~ Jeques

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