Warmth of Real Home


person giving keys on man

Dear you,

I found consolation in urban rush.

Maybe old tenement houses did their charm.

Or flocks of pigeons walking on pavement.
They worked hard to draw away my attention.
But one second later… the warm air…

It touched my face and I felt again.

Warmth of real home.
You waking me up.
Entire city isn’t worth your one touch.

Entire world knows I miss you too much.

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