HomeA Poem by black.butterfly
Home
Home is what drinks time and eats life away into memory, where you live and die, so sublime, yet you never know this simple mystery. Home is the real you; it is where you laugh and cry, it is your tears---like morning dew; a nourishing reminder from the sky. It is what keeps your heart warm; it is love and love is kind. Home is every shape and form .of your tranquil state of mind Home is where your heart is found
.and where you are safe and sound © 2013 black.butterflyAuthor's Note
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