home


he was 
like parched earth
she
the welcoming shower of rain
he was 
like a hurricane
she 
the shelter that saved him
he was
a lost soul
she
the light that showed him the way
he was 
cold like winter
she 
the delightful spring.


he was 
a wanderer 
she 
the home he came to.





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