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I was home, The feeling that suddenly hit my heart- Spreading through my body, The sense of comfort and belonging- Hugged my body gently, It’s Raw and natural beauty- “Simple”- but not to me, It was so intricately painted- Every tree, every brushstroke: making the mountains every uniquely mixed color, Came together in harmony. The familiar, spiractic, sharp but soft- Trees cut through the sky, As if they were waving, Revealing their pattern as the sun shone through, And in the distance- They looked like golden bushes, Caught in the suns light. The beautiful white and orange houses poked through the dark green trees, Like a used and messy paint pallet, That was somehow still so pretty, As if the beauty could not continue- Yet the pink and purple clouds appeared, Like kind giants, Slowly drifting through the light blue sky I always thought it was strange- Hearing about people falling in love with countries or cities, But now I understood. I knew then- And every time I was reminded, This was my place, The country I fell in love with I had to come back one day, But that time- I would never leave, And in that moment, All my worries were at a halt, And only happiness remained -JJ 08/04/25
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Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 7:45 AM UTC
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I was home, The feeling that suddenly hit my heart- Spreading through my body, The sense of comfort and belonging- Hugged my body gently, It’s Raw and natural beauty- “Simple”- but not to me, It was so intricately painted- Every tree, every brushstroke: making the mountains every uniquely mixed color, Came together in harmony. The familiar, spiractic, sharp but soft- Trees cut through the sky, As if they were waving, Revealing their pattern as the sun shone through, And in the distance- They looked like golden bushes, Caught in the suns light. The beautiful white and orange houses poked through the dark green trees, Like a used and messy paint pallet, That was somehow still so pretty, As if the beauty could not continue- Yet the pink and purple clouds appeared, Like kind giants, Slowly drifting through the light blue sky I always thought it was strange- Hearing about people falling in love with countries or cities, But now I understood. I knew then- And every time I was reminded, This was my place, The country I fell in love with I had to come back one day, But that time- I would never leave, And in that moment, All my worries were at a halt, And only happiness remained -JJ 08/04/25
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love_emily_dickinson
16/F/London
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 7:45 AM UTC
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