Home was a place inside
Where the outside noise
Was welcome to stretch
Its thin, long limbs in peace
In spite of the deep silence
That had set up camp
And had no plans to leave.
©Aaysid
“Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.”
Robert Frost
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Lovely poem, Aaysid. There is no place like home.❤️
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Thank you so much. 😊❤
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My pleasure.💕
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Brilliant!
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Thank you, Eleanor. 😊
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Love this poem . Thanks
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Thank you, Anita. I am so glad that you liked it. ❤
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A wonderful metaphor for the outer and inner worlds. They function just so. Beautiful, Aaysid. 💜
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Thank you for the lovely comment, Jeff. 😊
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You’re welcome, Aaysid. Always. 😊
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I appreciate the multiple interpretations presented in your poem and the Frost poem pairs nicely. 🌻
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That’s so kind and generous of you. Thank you, Michele.❤
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You are welcome. 🌞
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That silence can be cozy and also overwhelming. Lovely one. 🙂
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Thank you so much.😊
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such a beautiful poem on home and how it holds us in our worlds!💖
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Thank you so much.😊
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💕❤
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