Soft linen dances in the light,
As swallows greet the morning bright.
An open window, skies so blue,
A world made fresh with morning dew.
With every breeze and every smile,
Time forgets itself awhile.
In simple moments, hearts take wing—
Home is where the swallows sing.
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Author:
Nicole Sarah Robinson (Pseudonym) (
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