My Home

One day while slothingly brooding
I got the picture of my domicile
Demure yet comely and fetching
Standing on the land quite sessile.

A assemblage for my family
And the cynosure of my eye
It's my abode and my domain
Where I can do nothing else but lie.

A lagniappe of the almighty
And panacea of all mysteries
Where I can smell the redolent petrichor
And drift back to the history.

The place where I can forget all worries
And walk langourly on the lush green lawn
It's none other than
My scumptuous home.

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