My Home
My home
Or is it?
The home of the sandy shells
From the beach?
Whispering
Whispering
Whispering
Or it could be the home
Of the old fireplace?
Where the fire burns bright
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark
Could it be the home
Of the loud clock?
Going
Tick
Tick
Tick
Or the home
Of the happy music boxes?
Singing
Singing
Singing
This is my home
poem by Jesse love
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