Casa

The way your pillow feels,
And the bed you’ve slept on for moat your life,
After a day of turmoil.

The way the home feels,
And the smell they gets you high.
After a vacation way too long.

The content of a calm,
On your soul that eases.
And cleanses you of worry and sorrow.

You are in the similar manner,
My protector and my soul.
In some way, dear, you feel like home.

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