A turbulent awakening of memory
Home is…
A haven of cherubs serenading,
Skylarking,
Like daffodils in the golden
Sunlight.
A haven of cherubs serenading,
Skylarking,
Like daffodils in the golden
Sunlight.
Home is…
The bridge of companionship,
Of camaraderie,
Severed by the rift
Of distance.
The bridge of companionship,
Of camaraderie,
Severed by the rift
Of distance.
Home is…
The windowsill overlooking
The horizon,
With rose-tinted glasses.
A dreamer’s niche.
The windowsill overlooking
The horizon,
With rose-tinted glasses.
A dreamer’s niche.
Home is…
Deja vu.
A rebirth of childhood—
Rose-white days of innocence
Shrunken by aging.
Deja vu.
A rebirth of childhood—
Rose-white days of innocence
Shrunken by aging.
Home is…
Remembrance
A turbulent awakening of memory—
Like the photograph of sepia
Clinging to the wall.
Remembrance
A turbulent awakening of memory—
Like the photograph of sepia
Clinging to the wall.
Kingsley Charles
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