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The Promised Land

Home Sweet Home

By SocrateZPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 1 min read
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The Promised Land
Photo by DHANYA A V on Unsplash

Shall I try to describe my Home?

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The most wondrous place I can be,

Unmatched by all from sea to sea.

Not even galaxies compare,

Nor the Universe. It's that rare.

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It smells of coffee freshly ground,

An aroma of garden herbs

Just plucked from Mother Earth's mound.

Like millions of roses — superb.

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It tastes like sweet nectar the God's

Did eat — Ambrosia — I applaud

The gift given to me. To eat,

To drink, which nurtures me complete.

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It sounds like a heavenly hymn

That's sung by angels just for Him.

All emotions embrace the sound,

No matter my state, I'm spellbound.

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It feels like clouds, fluffy and soft,

Caresses, envelopes my soul.

It also keeps away Jack Frost,

Soothing and warm, it keeps me whole.

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It looks like colors pastel

When Sun does rise then sets, foretells

The evening sky, sparkling starlight,

Everlasting beauty alight.

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Now all the things that I just wrote

Cannot truly describe my Home.

No painting, nor musical notes,

Nor any language in our tomes.

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The only way to truly understand?

To look into your eyes — Our Promised Land.

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About the Creator

SocrateZ

An old soul trying to understand the human experience through writing.

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