Homeless No More
HOMELESS NO MORE
Soul at home with itself
In old shoe or snail shell,
Fits in or out of the foam -
Sole or roof - always at home.
First meeting your love that day,
Know at once what she will say,
Hug without thinking on the shore,
Unknown but knowing her from before,
With every fibre of every sense.
A seashore of experience,
Smell touch sound taste sight,
Engulfs the flooding bight.
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NOTE
The first meeting with your true love commonly causes a feeling that you’ve known her before.
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