Heaven's hither

Atop the

Green hills,

Across

The windy roads,

En-route

To Eden,

That serene

Hilly hamlet

Nestled against

The rushing

Streamlet,

Restful retreat

For tired soul.

The remnant embers

Of the night

Still burn

Hither,

Smoke

Billowing

From the

Chimneys,

The jaunty red morning hat

Dawning

On

Humble habitation,

My heart

Beating with joy,

Minute by minute,

The decrepit bus

Inching nearer,

Lips half-smiling

At recollections

Of

Fluffs and frivolities

That make

Those four walls

Resonate with love,

The majestic

Dwelling,

That some call

Heaven,

Some home,

Homophones

As I find them both,

Thin line

A mere blur

In my conscience.

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