Do You Hear Her?
She tells your story every day.
All day she waits for you,
soaking up your weariness without moving.
She listens to your daily life,
to the murmurs of the world outside,
and she guards your secrets in silence.
She has witnessed generations—
gathered the breaths of your parents,
kissed your childish feet,
and stood steady when you became
the first steps for your child.
She has seen your love,
soaked in your tears,
echoed with your laughter.
Like a mirror, she reflects you,
and remains the address of your existence.
She shields you from the world's harshness,
and stays with you even in ruin.
Look at her. Listen closely.
She longs for your gentle touch.
Do you hear her now?
Yes, it's true…
She is your room.
Give her your warmth,
and you'll hear the whispers of sacred souls
that will light your life.
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