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Published There's a longing in my soul,
For a place that it calls home.
It's not where I am right now.
My soul and I,
We don't know where home is,
We don't know what it looks like.
We just know what it feels like.
It feels like sunshine,
Kissing the horizon in the morning.
It feels like the soft caress,
Of the breeze blowing through the leaves.
It feels like the waves of the ocean,
Dancing with the shore.
Oh we may not know where home is,
But we know it when we feel it.
It feels like a warm embrace,
Only you can provide.
A smile on your face,
Perfectly matching mine.
The touch of your hand,
On my cheek.
When our eyes meet,
And our souls finally dance.
The feel of your lips,
As they tease mine.
It's how my head feels,
Resting on your chest.
Home feels a lot like you.
This is a very moving poem;
This is a very moving poem; but that last line, that magnificent final line, springs forth with enormous power.
Starward
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