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When I start earning,

I will build a house,

A house that I will call my home...

I do not dream of grand luxuries.

But—

I will build a home where,

the moment I enter, my heart finds peace.

A home where,

with a single step inside, all restlessness fades away.

A home where,

I can return after fleeing the endless race of the world.

A home where,

beneath its shade, I can gently melt into myself.

A home where,

the winds will greet me with open arms.

A home where,

every corner will whisper a piece of my story.

A home where,

I will not wish to gather myself together,

but simply belong.

A home where,

I will not feel the need to become someone else.

A home where,

I will become truly myself.

A home where,

I will finally be me. 

  • Author: antra.coree (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 1st, 2026 20:34
  • Comment from author about the poem: I'll build a place where I don't have to ask for comfort and safety, It will be there only...
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