I wake up to a new dawn,
Vanishing all my forehead frowns.
My heart surprisingly steady,
Preparing me for the day already.

The big living room window calls my name,
Making me forget about the much-wanted fame.
I notice the sun flirting with me and the sky mirroring my mood.
Sensing I'm no longer in solitude.

I try to match the sky,
Hoping it would make me fly.
Asking everyone's love song,
And singing them all day long.

I find refuge in my home,
Filled with a nostalgic festive scent,
Of when life was tranquil and full.
Now replaced by a constant rush,
Of uncertainty and mundaneness.
Making me realize I've always believed in love in a place called home.

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