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home sweet home

This bitter structure,
This place I call home,
Memories linger on the walls,
Frames tightly hold.

Soft fragrance carried to each room,
Given off by candlelight,
Each creek as you walk,
Carries into the night.

In my palace,
I roam these halls,
As a deck of cards,
I protect so it won't fall.

Memories occur,
From childhood past,
Carried with me through the years,
As I look into my time glass.

Home sweet home,
Made by me,
Open doors welcome you,
Come and have a seat.
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Poetry.com 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
Diana Sitnic More than 1 year ago
i will remember this when I'm traveling
Amy Luxon 11 months ago
you are a very good writer and I love reading your work
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan 10 months ago
Nicole Nembhard 10 months ago
Saffron 4 months ago
You are a very elegant writer
Simon Shreeves 12 days ago
James Stringer More than 1 year ago
Home is where the heart is 
Helen Setta More than 1 year ago
As I look into my time glass.
CLINT 6 months ago
Really enjoyed 
Sambit Kumar Pradhan More than 1 year ago
Nice imagery!
Andrew Allan 25 days ago
Do you mean "creak" in verse 2 which is a grating or squeaking sound:  or  did you really mean "creek" which is a small river. Is English your first language?
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