Feeling it, The Home

Everything is different here, something real.People care,they love.The sun rises early and sleeps early.I am happy.No nightouts, no long drives.How differently we would spend the years.No coffees here,no regrets too.Here, the smell is different, like something blooming,Something like peace.The sound of the air, denoting that time is dying, we are living, here.The wind, that blowsContinue reading “Feeling it, The Home”

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