What if home is not a place but it’s a person
Don’t need no furniture or decor or the curtains
Just multicoloured eyes keeping you safe for certain
So nothing could inhibit you or burden
Home shouldn’t make you feel as you are lone and homeless
Or closing in walls clearly shouldn’t make you boneless
It should, most likely, feel like it is made of firm brick
So that the only sense it gave you would be homesick
Home is the only thing that shelters you from harsh storms
And it adores you in a state of a shapeless form
Home is blind trust, commitment, liberty and peace
Home, if you listen hard, is where your heart is
08.01.2024
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