I wrote a poem about the home that I’ve been dreaming about for the past few months. The place I plan on staying by myself and feeling the most comfort.
Home
where tea is overflowing
and coziness is one step away
we’re soft music will fill the silence
we’re the only troubling voices
are your own or your pets
where you choose to be social
when calling to chat is in your power
where the characters in your books
become well-known friends
where you can hear and acknowledge
what your heart asks of you
where creativity is around every corner
where my heart can finally sit still
warm and loved
it is home.
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