My Dream Home
A home is where I run to, after a roam
Under blue skies or starry ones
Made of majesty, as found in Rome
I become there, as calm as the white swans
A home made of love
Where are heard songs of comfort
Found over the bridge of pain and above
I find in it my own strong fort
A home ecologically clean
Showing no harm to Earth
Bearing no grudge to the mean
Living is simply a matter of pure breath!
My dreamhome, one in a million, without any fear
Shall I build, along with my chosen peer!
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