Trudging through piled snow high
Obstacles life throws in my way
Coming home after gaining enlightenment
Carrying it like a beacon glowing
I come back to the welcoming lights
Home pulls me back to my roots
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The photo below is from Morguefile.com.

For the visually challenged writer, the image shows a young girl carrying a lantern through the snow and she is heading toward a log cabin at the edge of a forest.
Written in response to FFFC, hosted by Fandango
What a wonderful poem! 💖
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Thanks Sam.
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Awesome! Home is where the soul lives and thrives. You say it with ease. Very lovely piece of writing Sadje.🙂
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Many thanks my friend
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A pleasure always.
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🙏🏼
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Home 🏡 sweet home.
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😍🤩
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There’s no place like home.
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Indeed!
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That’s a lovely poem, Sadje.
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Thanks a lot Jeff ❤️
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You’re welcome, Sadje. Always my pleasure to be here and to read you work. ❤️
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❤️
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Absolutely spot on Sadje
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Thanks.
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It’s a winter scene but the poem feels so warm.
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Thanks Maria
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You’re welcome Sadje 😊
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🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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What a cozy hug of a poem out of a cold image. Well done.
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Thank you so much
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You’re welcome.
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🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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so nice! ❤
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Thanks 🙏🏼
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Wonderful poem… home does have a special pull.
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Thanks a lot Leigha
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You are welcome.
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💜
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