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THE JOURNEY 
Time travels slowly 
The miles pass by my window 
As blurred colors stampede their way across my vision 
The mind drifts 
And thoughts lie hours away 
- a destination. 
For long unseen, 
At journeys end 
My heart awaits. 
There is tenderness of thoughts 
For them, 
The children of my heart 
At the end of this travel. 
And i wonder, 
Do they know 
How i love 
them? 
I see their faces in my thoughts 
And the twinkle in their eyes. 
At the end of this journey, They wait.