How lucky I am to have such a small intimate space – a space I call home –
Filled with the three life flowing things
Things of beauty
Things of use
And things of memories
They fill my soul,
My mind’s eye
The flowing stream of days gone by and those yet to be.
The solitude of oneness
The importance of being
I’m here and that’s all I know
That’s all I need
Things!
Me and my things!
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