How I miss my new home

In a distant land, my heart does roam,\
Longing for the place I used to call home.\

The memories I cherish, the stories I've known,\
Oh, how I miss my first home.

In that small corner, amidst familiar walls,\
Echoes of laughter, the sound of footsteps that falls.\

Every room tells a tale, as time gently crawls,\
Oh, how I miss my first home.

The scent of fresh air, that greeted each day,\
The warmth of sunshine, that was there to stay.\

The blooming flowers, dancing in display,\
Oh, how I miss my first home.

The kitchen where love's aroma would arise,\
The table where endless conversations would arise.\

Each meal shared, filled with heartfelt sighs,\
Oh, how I miss my first home.

The rooms that embraced me, providing solace,\
The comfort of a bed, where dreams would find promise.\

Those peaceful nights, beneath a starry expanse,\
Oh, how I miss my first home.

The faces, now distant, but forever etched in my mind,\
The laughter and tears, in moments shared, intertwined.\

Though miles apart, a connection I'll always find,\
Oh, how I miss my first home.

But as time moves on, and distances grow wide,\
I carry with me, the love that resides.\

For home is not just a place; it's a feeling inside,\
And in my heart, my first home will forever reside

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