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HOME
Home is an abstract thing
It can make one to feel a sense of longing
Or even belonging
Some feel neither
Some feel both
Home is exhilaration
It is winning a race
Feeling the muscles
of a powerful horse
surging beneath you
As you lead them over jumps
And through trails
Under trees and over water
Home is comfort
It is curled up in warmth
With a book
And a blanket
In a bed
Or on a bean bag
It is music in your ears
as you laugh or cry
Home is satisfaction
It is warm food
And a full belly
It is sitting in front of a window
With a warm cup of tea or cocoa
As rain falls over green pastures
And fog rolls down from the hills
Home is an abstract thing
It is the white stag in a meadow
It is the timeless clock in your pocket
And the momentous movements
of the instruments that make
the music in your heart
