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Wanting a life like poetry in motion,
Devotion pouring out of my heart
like honey dripping down your eyes.
The desire to move to a place
where birds roam free,
where I feel like an outsider
more than an insider who belongs,
trying to find a home
while knowing surely
a place called home does not exist,
it can not be inside those brick walls,
I've myself been part of such colonies for years.
But I still search for it into the woods
because where light can't reach
love does
and only where there is love
there can be a home.