Beyond four walls and a roof, there's a place for dwelling the soul. A stranger's glance or the touch of a hand entitled home from time to time. And the name of a street, the reflection of a house or an apartment's view, seem so oblivious to the word itself; I'd prefer to find it in unexpected ways, just like getting caught outside in the rain.
A sheltered space for the longing hearts. The time when no loner visitors remain in a foreign land. A four-letter noun may not define the essence behind. Beyond any meaning, the home lies inside.
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