This is a house
That was a home
Butterflies on the wall
Tiny balconies
A place just my size
A place just on my side
Dogs on the road
It had heart and soul
Not pristine white walls
But murals and wall paper
That spoke my code
No dark points gave some hope
I try to make this house ..
A home .. Greeneries bloom everywhere
May be someday this too will have a hope
Of being called something more ..
Than an address a place to rest my temporary mould..
@meanderingsoul
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