Filling a void feeling

Butterflies and blossom scented breeze,
adorn backyards , as winter flowers bloom.
Some known , others don't have a name.
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Golden sun rays , shining through the trees.
A little house , a little boy , a smile .
A photograph of home in a golden frame.


A bird eagerly make its call of love ,
then wait to hear a response from its mate.
Silence , then a similar distant call.
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The wind rustled the heads of trees above,
then came down , to the flowers of previous night.
Dried leaves and petals on the ground , the first of the winter fall.


The first shade of winter blues , a weary mind .
Pair of weary eyes , long for home.
To the traveler , a void inside .
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The bonds of life and living that , a human , bind ,
pull too strong and a ' feeling alone ' again ,
straining eyes , them teardrops couldn't hide.


Sunny morning , little house , the garden flowers fair .
Old watchdog shaking off its sleep ,
freezes , pricks up an ear .
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Familiar smell of cooking in the air ,
a welcome bark , is the traveler home ??
The dog ran off . Someone near and dear ??

Home....sweet home......sweet home .