Jan 20, 2025

Journey home with tender God favoured mercy's.

























leaving this place, it's Churches, warmth, religious people. 

Leaving the Love I've found. Sense of closeness. Touched by another's beauty. All getting left behind.

Cafes and cappuccino bars, pizzeria at sensible prices. Leaving old acquaintance coming to think of as friends.

Leaving the chaos of overcrowded buses. Wild sea storms, rolling ferry journeys. Seaweed swept promenade. Corrupt Government practices, cheap third world labour.

With tender God favoured journey blessings.

Arriving tired frustrated bit worn out.
Arriving at place called my home.
Arriving where for a long while not felt l belong.
Arrived after cars Planes, Buses get me  home.

Take with me hope. Fresh possibilities Someone really sad to leave.

You see memories don't leave like people do.
They always stay with you.



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That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"