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A Beginner's Guide on How to Find Home
by Hala Nasar
Sometimes, it is coral tulips blooming in the spring
When everything else is a cold touch
In the winter.
Sometimes, it is someone.
A crippling longing for hands and eyes
That feel so distinct,
You could tell them apart from millions.
Other times, it is somewhere.
On the horizon,
Where the pine and the grass find shelter
In the same place as that house
You feel safe in.
Perhaps, it is a fine line.
That fine line where the sun
Meets the sea,
Like firecrackers to
Tranquility,
Swallowed by the earth,
Until it is, yet again,
Rebirthed.
And even then, with all the
Places and people
Swarming the earth as
Bees do in a hive,
Choosing someone
Or somewhere
To be your home
Is a privilege
Touched by man,
Though it is pure.
SUMMER 2021
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