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Home Full of Fantasies

Wherever we roam, there’s a place we call home.
Big or small, in the shape of dome.
Full of love and care,
with my family to share.
All in one home,
with beautiful fresh air.

The keys jingle as I open the front door.
Rooms and stairs and so much more.
I walk through the door,
“Mother I’m home!”
I play soccer with my dad,
“Yay I scored!”

I woke from this dream with the urge to scream.
This poem I described as home is just some daydream.
The faster I grow, the faster I’ll leave home.
But for now this is my place,
Which my sister makes it my great safe space.