Saying goes- Home is:
Where the heart is.
Pulsing warm, cozy, love, comfort;
Where our hearts are.
Soul connect to soul, souls together;
Where my heart is.
Large, small, clean, dirty, cluttered, order, chaos;
Where their hearts are.
Before broken, runaway, made whole;
Where master heart is.
Scary, hateful, angry, no more;
Where my soul lost.
Far away, journey made, less pain;
Where my soul grows.
Old lost, forgotten, new hard, fun;
Where our souls keep.
Hugs, tears, sweat, blood;
Where my soul greets.
Adult, child, lessons, experiments;
Where the mind is nurtured.
Debats, discussions, begin self sharing;
Where my mind expands.
Daughter, sister, son and grand ones touching;
Where our minds are.
Feelings bouncing, emotions flowing, growth happening;
Where your mind accepted.
Caring together, sharing forever, encompassing all;
Where the mind is.
Universal truths,cosmic understanding;
Where the souls grows.
Games, books, art, shared together;
Where the soul laughs.
Cherished, enlightenment, honored;
Where your soul loves.
Family created, born, invited;
Where the mind craves.
Happily ever after generations;
Where I want to be...... forever.
About the Creator
Shardvixen
I love to create, and writing is one of the ways I do it. I also have two youtube channels; one for gaming and vlogs and the other one for my crafting. I also have a Twitch channel for my gaming. Pop culture prompts my writing.
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As dawn lit up the edges of the Otherlands. Ninhil, breathtaking beauty of darkness, squatted at the edge of the Pond; the frozen edge. Just as light crested the horizon, xir wings unfurled with a force sweeping across the earth behind xem causing dirt mixed with flakes of snow to swirl in mini spirals upward. The movement left a tremor in the ground, also seen in small ripples under the ice in the Pond. Ninhil left xir wings out, feathers fanning currents in the air of the Otherlands. If there were witnesses of Ninhil's daily routine, their breath would be taken away by Ninhil's beauty. Beauty, cold and dark, leaving an impression in one's mind, similar to the feeling created from seeing the Pond.
By Shardvixen3 years ago in Fiction
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