What is the purpose of a home,
If it is made out of bricks and stones,
But when we look inside,
No warmth is visible.
But now I realize,
That home is not a place,
Nor a person.
Home is a feeling,
The feeling that always lingers,
When I see you.
-4/5/2017
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Veni, Vidi, Amavi.
PoetryI come, I saw, I loved. - A paragraph of words, described with a sprinkle of affection, a tablespoon of happiness, three teaspoons of tears, and a lot more. Not exactly a poetry but, can't say it's not a poetry either. 2017©Fauzialiefa A...
