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You are my home


In the deep comforting darkness of the night
I find you
Your touch as light as a mirage
The fireflies make a brave attempt to light my path
To guide me till dawn, and I disown them
For this time
This one time, I would like to be lost
As I stumble through the wilderness
The silence around feels a lot like your half a smile
Mocking my heart into million shards of fragile dreams
The fragrant night jasmines
Remind me of your love
Touched and torn, broken and found
I walk through, till the dawn beckons
As the light filters through the clouds before the sun rises
I know it must be you
Who has turned the sky into a lusty lover
In furious shades of red
It must be you
Who made me travel the miles without a doubt
For this is us
And you are my home.


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