HomeA Poem by CharaEven amidst the storm, everything will fall into place as long as we come back to what we call “home.” It can come in forms of people or even in a form of dogs. Home is your own definition.
Pelts of rain against concrete
A whiff of petrichor In frosty breeze and soft quilt Embraced by the comfort’s warmth Contentment and serenity looms Storms beat against the glass Yet I asleep soundly For where I am is safe In you I am home © 2020 CharaAuthor's Note
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