I don’t want fancy cars,
A luxurious house or even stars.
I just want a home—
A home I can call my own.
Where no one tells me what to do,
Where no one decides when I should wake too.
Where the chirping of birds fills the hallway,
Not somebody’s angry screams all day.
Where love seeps in through the windows,
Not just sunlight with shadows.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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