There are beautiful places in the wide world; colorful, exotic and lush.

Where warm breezes call, sweet sunshine is sure with tempting allure from the rush.

I could fly to locations with interesting sights; Or hike mountains that soar to the clouds.

Or maybe alight in a city at night whose action is fast, fun, and loud.

But only one place do I hold on my heart because from the start it held me.

Not bright nor dependably sunny and lush nor offers new sights to see.

Yet to just one place I unceasingly go, and I know its dear soul by design.

No, not for perfection, but for so much more: because it’s a place I call mine.

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