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“A turbulent awakening of memory.”

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Home is…
A haven of cherubs serenading,
Skylarking,
Like daffodils in the golden
Sunlight.

Home is…
The bridge of companionship,
Of camaraderie,
Severed by the rift
Of distance.

Home is…
The windowsill overlooking
The horizon,
With rose-tinted glasses.
A dreamer’s niche.

Home is…
Deja vu.
A rebirth of childhood—
Rose-white days of innocence
Shrunken by aging.

Home is…
Remembrance
A turbulent awakening of memory—
Like the photograph of sepia
Clinging to the wall.

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Post image by Abhijit Kar Gupta via Flickr.

About the Author:

Kingsley Charles is a matted-haired stripling, who finds companionship in the sanctum of his thoughts. Some of his works have been published on Lunaris reviews, Expound Magazine, the Guardian among others.