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RE: POETRY | DAY 22 | Something To Call His Own
Hello @naquoya, your poetry reminds me of the man who with his hands built splendid houses and buildings and his body had nowhere to rest on something of his. Greetings friend.
Yes, it is like that in one I suppose. Or the man who, metaphorically, built his house but has learned (or been taught) to reject it. But now he awakens to the desire to accept it, because it's his. Step one to embracing and accepting life, in one way.