The Best Preserve

The thought of visiting often
Makes my heart swell with joy
A feeling of bliss that
I can’t explain with words


When I think of the people
The feelings, the taste
I want to bottle them all
And stock them away


They all have a place
In my house of reflections
Because home is a frequency
Made of true connection


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