Home

Where is home? 

What is home?

Where we take shelter under some shallow dome,

Flipping your fingers over each and every tome,

Clean the silverware and polish the chrome,

Carefully place your only garden gnome?

Is it a place, 

or is it a feeling?

Thin as lace,

Opaque and revealing?

Author's Note

unfinisheedddd xD

Reviews

[imawriter]

unfinished?? I think it's wonderful as is!