the quiet and peacefulness of it all.
You feel so at home there,
some place where you could live
for eternity not matter
whether the sun shone or it rained.
You feel alive just being there
no matter what troubles come.
It makes you feel that you belong
and you never want to leave,
that this place is where
you want to call your home.
24 September 2008
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