Thoughts of Home
Gathering thoughts when alone
is not an imperative act,
it's an opportune time to define
the vague and the exact
I ponder the aura of my home
that I consider to be a blessing,
walls are silent taking care
not complaining of merest dressing
Sometimes, seems strange, I admit,
when the mirror knows only me,
for after all, olden walls recall
hearing the joyous sound of “we”
But, it's home, felt being said,
warmth may be an unseen hearth,
as vague and exact are intact
when 'alone' becomes an art
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