Dusty Poetry #92

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Home is a moment,
A breath fogging glass,
It lingers an instant
But soon it will pass.

And after it’s gone
We breathe out again,
But next condensation
Is foreign terrain.

Inhale and exhale
Home’s here then it’s there
It’s gone and still with you
Like breath in the air.