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by Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro 2 months ago in love poems
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Comfort Poem

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When something old feels crisp, not stale,

A spreading warmth in my soul will prevail.

When a familiar occurrence comes back around,

And its presence makes happiness abound,

That's how I know

I'm home.

That feeling of an old familiar song wrapping itself around me.

Or a new lyric connecting with my soul,

Locking eyes with my heart.

And knowing I'm seen in a way I've never been understood before.

That crisp, old familiar feeling,

Of the change to a new season.

I never really left it, in my memory,

I pick back up where I left it, but it still gets the best of me.

A rendez-vous with an old friend,

Watching her eccentricities shine.

Everything seems so familiar, yet despite the sameness, it's somehow different this time.

It's always changing each time,

Developing into a new kind.

Until one day

I find

it's undeniably new.

When something old feels crisp, not stale,

A spreading warmth in my soul will prevail.

When a familiar occurrence comes back around,

And its presence makes happiness abound,

That's how I know

I'm home.

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Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro

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