H O M E

H  O  M  E

By: Raycel Rodriguez

 

The cool b r e e z e in the daytime

combing through your hair, then

soft, silver stars twinkling against the

seemingly e n  d   l    e     s     s  pitch black sky.

 

Roses and orchids of pinks, purples, reds, and yellows

potted and perfectly placed against the green grass.

Take in the fresh smell of the flowers

with the sun warming your face.

 

Doves peek out to say hello,

dogs of all types bark behind fences,

cats roam free and strut down the street.

The chaotic sounds of life continuing around me,

cars starting, people talking,

while I have a life up in my head.

 

But in the end,

home is where we need to be

to feel complete.

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