Acorn — Björn Rudbergs writings

Home is like your fist,
an acorn waiting to spring root.

Home is not your prison of convention,
nor a migrant’s shelter,
it’s neither pillow nor the pavement.

Home is a special state of mind
that one day you will find
in the silence of your soil.

It’s fading heartbeats
and an oak tree growing.

via Acorn — Björn Rudbergs writings

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