Home and Lifetime
Home is the sound of your voice
as your lips whisper my name
its tone would kiss me joy
and would ease my worries away
Home is the touch of your hands
the comfort of your embrace
the warmth against your arms
and your fingers tracing my face
Home is everywhere with you
under the sunset or under sunrise
both of us smiling or in blue
with rain pouring or under sunlight
Home is every day with your soul next to mine
for darling, you're every fragment of this lifetime
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
