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The cozy homeliness of home
where all things work and all is of your own,
where you are out of strife and quarrel
and still free at large to do whatever,
even working late at nights and without limits,
is in all the world the best that you shall ever have,
more worth than gold and all the worldly riches,
where you cultivate your own and have your creativity
and can bring out all your love,
the highest worth that life can offer.
Let all journeys that I ever make
be but a constant journey home,
the only goal worth travelling in life for,
all that always is expecting you,
of all the welcomes in your life the only faithful one
and all that really anyone makes any journey for.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2008-03-26 at 22:57
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