Familiar Chorus

He flew south to her, tall as a tree, swift as a fleeing bird,
never faltering, yet, when the scent of oceans swept in
dazzling the spirit like chords of a harp; a heart, humming,
music fell over him; comfort of home soil,an affirmation of love.

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