Sometimes I wander to a place
Not made of gingerbread with fairies fluttering by
But decorated with all colors, painstakingly discussed
Decisions made in harmony
A place I can hear
Filled with chat and playing
Children and pets
Filled with Love and trust
A Meeting of two paths
Winding their ways to the front door
Dare we let ourselves in?
Or shall we keep changing the locks?
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