Home is where heart is*

When I do return, from voyaging
To distant lands, much like that mythical tour,
Traveling to unknown shores,
How do i  feel at Home, just outside thy door,

There I know round the year,
Fragrant blossoms create love
Being kissed by the light and air,

There I know after the travels,
I can only find rest, rejoicing at thy marvels,

There I know I can find quiet,
The Calm of a morning's light,

There I know I can truly feel
My self , by thy Boundless love,
For ever, for this life and beyond, sealed.

(*Note: upon a painting loosely based, as attached, done by Gleb Goloubetski, Courtesy: Alex Artista, Musica Pittura e Dintorni)


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