Where the sun rises
and falls behind the mountains
who steal the precious
being for themselves.
A thief!
Where the wood grains
lavish the fingers
while supporting
every painting,
every candle.
Where the grass is green
in the summer
and white
in the winter.
The branches then sleep
with the grass.
This is home. This is where my heart is.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
