She feels like home.
Like the swift scent of morning cup of coffee.
Like the sunrise peek through the curtain.
Like the warmth beside the fireplace.
Like the soft hum of lullaby.
Like the kiss goodnight.—g.s.
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She Feels Like Home
She feels like home.
Like the swift scent of morning cup of coffee.
Like the sunrise peek through the curtain.
Like the warmth beside the fireplace.
Like the soft hum of lullaby.
Like the kiss goodnight.—g.s.