Eastward bound

Eastward bound
Where half my heart
I left to run
Its well-worn track
Where my sun rose
Amidst the crows
And my life’s prose with zest began

Eastward bound
I leave behind
The other half
Which calls me back
Where spires rise
To pierce the skies
And my tale now prolongs its span

Eastward bound
I’ll stay the course
Towards the sun
Into the black
Two homes I have
Yet still I crave
A final stroke of the Bard’s pen


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