My Home Poem by Tea Kawana

My Home



No, it doesn’t need to dazzle in splendour;
flashily primped from head to toe –
everything a flair.
But it should be soft
and warm, a
cosy, woolly atmosphere.
Its company may not be large
for joy will be brought about
even if there be two or
one.
I’d want it in my
Simplicity.

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