walking down my small
but cozy garden
i saw a flower
with small petals
yet talking leaves
it speaks
it symbolizes home
and sanctuary
it comforts my weary heart
it reminds me
i don't need
another
to feel at home
the home is in me.
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ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
