The Place We Call Home.


The place we call home, 
Is more than an abode,
It's were we feel safe, 
From the hurts outside.

The place we call home,
Is not a particular place,
It's in the hearts of folks,
That loves and care for us.

The place we call home,
Isn't fixed or static,
It remains with us,
Even across the Atlantic.

The place we call home,
Isn't small or big,
As long we are at ease,
It's what matters still.

✍️©️Toobrightanthony 
📸@pexels.com

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