Short Poem: HOME

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Travel from afar.
Seeking peace and relaxation.

Emptying the mind from bustling sounds of cars, 
and just hearing the whistle of wind passing through the trees.

Electricity, I do not depend, for sunlight was enough;
To light my anxiety from pressure and expectations of life.

Open my windows, no smoke from factories and few people take cigars. 

The emotional care, cannot be compared with the praises from work.

Clear sky with late-night conversations, for I don't think the time.

Meals were prepared as if it is your last.

I can cry out loud.
Can be me again...

My home.

 Oh, how I wish, I can fly in a speed light to come to you;
Where anything else in the world doesn't matter, but you. 

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