The crisp air of October
that has got me shivered,
making the leaves swing
as the hum of the birds sings,
I went to a nearby coffee shop,
and after, made a bookstore escapade,
sifting every books my hands touched―
always overwhelmed in a quiet hush.
It’s always been like this,
in every places I’ve always missed,
that I found my safe haven―
Closest to home, and to your name.
Safe Haven
joannachse 