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Dwelling Place



My restless heart, emotionally numb,
What distant figure had I become?
Mixing colours, never matching,
Always itching, never scratching.
The race of life, remote, survival,
Airport transfers, no arrival.
I’ve found a space, my heart is calm,
Inner peace, oil and balm.
The garment fits, silk and lace,
Adorning jewels, my dwelling place.
Offering, receiving, a friendship hand,
Finally settled, my own land.

It’s time to live again

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