I dreamt of him,
Our fingers entwined,
Walking under the trees’ shadow,
The glistening crystals of snow,
Being molded to the shapes of our feet.
Traversing through this wintry glory,
Our goal now up ahead,
That lovely little cottage,
With white splendor gracing the roof.
The light streaming through it’s windows,
Casting gold onto the ground,
Gentle smoke floating out the chimney,
A wooden door stands waiting.
He and I walk inside,
Greeted by two children,
We are instantly embraced,
For they are our daughters.
I look to the man beside me,
Our shining eyes meet,
We both share a smile,
We are home at last.
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Submission Name: Home At Last
