• flesh_to_ash 22w

    A Home

    Dust and rubble, all I had seen
    When the houses we built shattered.
    The flickering lamp, about to dim
    Only a gentle breeze now mattered.
    You refilled the lamp with fuel
    And made the flame sore high;
    You warmed the site of the rubble
    And built a beautiful home there.
    Home to forgot the time of trouble,
    A home where love dwells,
    A home where warmth prevails.
    ©fleshtoash