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Coming Home
#HomecomingPoetry
I walk the path of yesterday,
Where whispers of my childhood play.
The door creaks open, old and kind,
As memories rush through my mind.
The walls still hum with echoes sweet,
Of laughter, tears, and hurried feet.
Familiar...
I walk the path of yesterday,
Where whispers of my childhood play.
The door creaks open, old and kind,
As memories rush through my mind.
The walls still hum with echoes sweet,
Of laughter, tears, and hurried feet.
Familiar...
