Moving with the glow
The beautiful imprints
My younger mind hints
Has several colours
Darker and paler
Too bright to forget
Too deep to reset
Home is where heart is, they say;
Or is it that
The heart is always where home is?
But for a wanderer,
The heart is her home
And sweet memories,
In her walls they adorn
For every new day that dawns
With impressions none
Can
Still
Blow the clouds outright
For the sun to shine abright!
Copyright © Mathy Vandhana Sannasi | Year Posted 2024
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