Home by Samuel Nicolaci

It is home,
It is home,
It is the home and hearth nestled in your chest, that when unattended appears faded and grey,
Yet with one flicker ignites all light and life,
Spilling onto the streets and snaking down avenues and alleyways,
Leaving no trace of darkness unattended,
And no flower untouched with nimble finger tips,
Whose fingerprints paint with fresh pollen leave steps for you to trace,
Back to this place of beauty which I have found,
Which I shall do my best to keep and nurture,
And stoke the fire of new beginning,
And nurse the hearth and home and spirit,
And keep this memory alive forever.


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