Ʀestlesȿ (haiku)

Ʀestlesȿ (haiku)

The rushing water
And the way the eagles soar
Stir my very soul.

My heart is restless
With longing to find a home
Will it find a home?

Oh, when will this fade?
My heart cannot remain still
Always so restless. 

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