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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

Author's Note

Enjoy.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem. I agree with your thoughts. Home need to be the place you can relax and know peace. I like your description of home. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote