More than a house
Home transcends the idea of housing
When I leave work, I can hardly feel my bones
The work doesn't tire so much as the taxis I have to take to get home
My body hurts, it feels like I've been hit by a lot of stones
I've never been stoned, only imagination to explain how much I want to get home
My house, my home, my refuge and my castle
It's a place of tranquillity where I can relax my muscles
Home transcends the idea of housing
The soul knows and the heart understands it's a place of security
I've come home to my sweet home.
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Dalmy Alves
I'm a young dreamer who seeks to make many dreams come true, one of them is to make a living from writing, I love to write about everything, including the things I love the most, so stay here, maybe you'll identify with me.
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