Home
A place of warmth I sought after.
A place of love,peace and laughter.
A kind of maternal cove.
A safe place, that of a kindling dome.
A place could call home...
For a while I dwell in the wind of cold .
And took a stretch through stories untold.
Plenty was learnt through friends who foe.
My thrive did not die.
For I knew I would arrive home...
I came to realize that home is not a place.
Nor is it a pre-residential familiar face.
It is a lighter tone from which affection is prone.
A garden of no poison thron, that is home...
No cold,just warmth of radiant gold.
A door I sought after now open to that foretold.
Through every storm and road I have roamed,
Loving you feels like finally coming home...
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