Finding Home 

 If the home was just a memory that you touched once upon a dream

And even the stars’ brightness faded the closer to them you passed

Where could you lay the foundations of your heart?

If yet you received the greatest riches and witnessed the sweetest music

If you could part the waves and conjure the snowfall

Where would the core of your heart cry back to?

If you reach the bottom of the ocean or fly beyond the highest mountains

You must still make a home for your love and a life for your happiness

But an armchair for the lost wanderer and a fire for his soul.

Hattie Butterworth

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