I love to sit a listen to the wind blow & the rustle of the leaves as the birds are singing songs of great melodies
I love this place coz its my home.
A place where I can rest peacefully, have not one worry, & sorrow does not dwell here
It’s a place in my heart where I am truly happy
Luther said a house is not a home….
& in my home there is only one way on but many ways out.
All I need is that gentle breeze to take me there
When I don’t have to worry about the current recession, or the crime levels
How I don’t care you back stabbed me yesterday or how I know longer know your face
This place I call home can be mistaken for heaven coz it feels a lot like it
No pain, hallways paved in gold, sweet songs filling the air, luscious aromas and….a gentle breeze
A breeze not strong enough to carry paper down a street but strong enough you can feel its presence
It just wants you to know it is there…& you are not alone
<3 Toi
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