Heart is where the home is,
curled about in warmest dark,
furred and feathered
and safe from all harm.
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Daily poem: August stanza 10
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Heart is where the home is,
curled about in warmest dark,
furred and feathered
and safe from all harm.
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Beautiful, sounds like a nursery rhyme from an ancient castle to me for some reason.
Thank you! You’re right, it does sound a bit like a blessing for a child.
Agree it does. It makes me feel all fuzzy warm and happy.
Ah that’s great 🙂
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