
The Search for a Place to Call Home - #3
Home
Home is a lonely, quiet place
Filled with friends
Where nobody says a word.
Home is a quiet, whispery place
Filled with sounds
Silent as time standing still.
Home is a whispery, tiny place
Filled with the sky
As small as myself.
Home is a tiny, welcoming place
Filled with hello
Walls breathing in time with my heart.
Home is a welcoming, hidden place
Filled with all things
Holding it all in the palm of my hand.
Home is a hidden, lonely place
Filled with why
Hands reaching out for each other alone.
Home is a lonely, quiet place
Filled with love
Where nobody always is saying goodbye.
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