Steering across I came into a town,
Leaving it would leave a wound unsound...
The gate to it was a legacy relived,
I seem the legend born in a fable well read...
I stopped to witness that pillar so firm,
The scribble, the mark, and yes it was Home...
Looked around to see a new phase,
But one thing was the same, that cold soothing breeze...
It hit me in a manner in felt like never,
This was my home, my orphan, a place where my soul never quivered...
The town today had new body and beat,
But I was young again witnessing a sight so neat...
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