The way home is something I know by heart. But it has been a while since I treaded home, it has been a while since I took the ride home. I haven't forgotten the road home but it feels home, that I am going home again.
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I have found myself a home
Poetry🧸⃤ In the Kaleidoscope of wanting to be home, I have found myself a home in places I have been. The shade of colors found under streetlights, the thrills of joy in the shrieking of laughters by the side road. The love woven under fabricated happine...
