Not where palaces gleam and soar,
But where wildflowers frame the door.
The place I long for when I roam—
That patch of earth. That breath. My home.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe
Not where palaces gleam and soar,
But where wildflowers frame the door.
The place I long for when I roam—
That patch of earth. That breath. My home.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe
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