When dark is deeper than the hue,
And the brightness is dull, 
Stirring me to sleep-
I shall turn to my abode. 

Once in a sad clime 
And dawn in weariness 
Of this world of strife 
I shall turn to my abode. 

The charm atmosphere of bliss –
Now lies in my abode. 
Where found rest and calmness,
After the consigned of hectic day
Wrapped in the realm of anew.

Haven is the final abode,
I yearn; upon which I crave for eternity,
Through all the sprightly anguish of life.
Heaven; my uttermost abode– 
Paradise; a fountain of tender tendril 
And distinctly peal! 

_AfeezWrites . 


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