Plain white walls so stark and bare,
A mural blooms with colors rare.
Rainbows arch, green vines entwine,
A canvas bold, a work divine.
Then magic weaves a tale so bright,
Roofs of red dance in the light.
Windows wink, facades take flight,
A fairy tale in morning's sight.
*****
Though grace and comfort lack,
Humans cling to their dwellings track.
No bars can break the heart's desire,
We stay rooted, in joy or fire.
In chains or free, our souls abide,
Tied to earth where hopes reside.
Nothing can part us from our place,
Home is enduring sacrilege
*****
Until the heart reveals its silent pain,
Hope resides, a spark to sustain.
When it pleads, "Make me whole,"
A cry for healing, deep in the soul.
The wound itself is but a call,
A whispered need, though it may appall.
Somewhere, a remedy to be found,
where hope is unbound.
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