A heavy chest
A plethora in weights of gold
A cozy bed
Warm roses painted red against
this pale old skull
A summer's night
A winter's white might
A spring in thy step
Soaring evermore unto new hights
In a dark abyss
In plain sight
The answers within
Were the answers to thy very plight
And an extension then
Of a soul's present moments abode
They say home is where the heart is
Then the whole world is my home to roam
And the angels sang that playlist
And God said it to be so
Oh, ode to sweet nothings whispered:
"Home, oh sweet Home"
©palewriter
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