HOME*

Home is not a point that we need
A compass to locate
It is not a geographical north or south
It is not where the breeze blows
or the wind knows

Home is where you find smiles
Laughter intoxicating like red wine
Is when you see sunset in eyes and skins
Of memories, of dreams and of paintings

Home is where the heart is
And at home is where my heart is
When in the rhythm of its beating
It speaks your name
In letters beyond alphabets.
Selah!
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#winks.