Thursday, 29 July 2010
Home is a wanderer’s desire
Or ever recurring nightmare.
Home is root and seed
And beginning and end
To every life story.
Home is mother’s love
And or father’s aura.
Home is a web or a blanket
Or a bank of fear or hope.
Home is the roof that separates
You and the hot, scorching sun.
Home is the belly of the catapult
And the stone’s final stop.
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