A hot cup of tea on a maudlin day,
The heat of the mug seeping through to bone,
Wrapped inside a comforting blanket,
Watching the heavy rain fall.
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A musty tome in a golden garden,
Feet pressed to the dewy earth,
Witness to a lone bumblebee contemplating the flowers,
The Sun hot against baking skin.
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An open sketchbook on an oaken desk,
Watercolours poised to pounce,
A familiar scent burning,
As the last rays of sun filter through the blinds.
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Home is the feeling,
Of where you belong most,
It can’t be pinned to only one place,
As you continue to grow.
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A loved one beside you,
Hands clasped tightly,
Sat watching the world turn,
The love there a silent promise.
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Laughter in abundance,
Family spinning past,
A tapestry of love,
Togetherness rich and bold.
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A strong embrace,
Comforting and familiar,
Beautiful in its normality,
As tears fall in safety.
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Home is the souls collected,
On the journey of our lives,
Visited through memory,
Showing, you belong.
About the Creator
Amie
I love anything and everything creative, but writing is the main object of my affections. I hope you enjoy my work!
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