a home.
Home.
Home is not a place.
It's not a house,
Or a room.
Home.
Home is not a city.
It's not a state,
Or a town.
Home.
Home is not a street,
It's not an address,
Or a zip code.
Home.
Home is not a memory.
It's not a song,
Or a feeling.
Home is a person.
11 comments:
Love this so much! :]
well ...home is something where someone is associated since long and i believe that somehow i have been missing my home since long...so good of writing this...following u ..my blog is updated too
I love this. You wrote it?
@ chicklitgirl: Yes, :) I wrote it. Thank you!
Very sweet.
And the photo is perfect!
brilliant. you hit the nail on the head with that one. x
Oh wow. I love this, Kaleena. :)
ahh i love this! both the poem and the picture are fabulous! :)
this is lovely :) love the photo too!
Awwww. I love that. How true.
This is so beautiful. I think at the moment home is my family and one or two of my best friends.
Kate x
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