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