Home is not four walls and a roof,
Nor is it a place to keep your things.
Home is a simple truth,
A place to grow and spread your wings.
Home is the twinkle in your lover’s eye,
The warmth of your family’s hug.
The place where you don’t notice the hours fly.
The excited tail wag of your pug.
Home is where your heart feels full,
The people who get you through.
The truth of home is a loving pull,
A simple I love you.
Home is where you can be yourself unconditionally.
Home is where you are loved, unconditionally.
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Dan
An aspiring writer & games designer trying to create stories for people to enjoy.
The Path to Salvation
The late autumn evening air filled the monk's lungs, but it wasn't the season that chilled his bones. The heavy-handed presence of evil he had sensed upon entering the woods surrounding this mountain village had not bothered to conceal itself from him.
By Made in DNAa day ago in Fiction
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