Missing my home. I so want to go home to my mom.
Thinking about the cottage..
The place where I spent my childhood..
The place that I call my home..
Small and simple..
It is a place of wisdom.
Love and laughter..
filled the core of my life chapter.
It was my playground, my castle grand..
Felt like the king, of the land.
Like heaven above, It was a place full of
Laughter and love.
A comforting dome.
That I call my home..
Next to nothing, above all..
There is no place like home.
I yearn for that zone
I want to go home
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Home
Far away from home..Thinking about the cottage..
The place where I spent my childhood..
The place that I call my home..
Small and simple..
It is a place of wisdom.
Love and laughter..
filled the core of my life chapter.
It was my playground, my castle grand..
Felt like the king, of the land.
Like heaven above, It was a place full of
Laughter and love.
A comforting dome.
That I call my home..
Next to nothing, above all..
There is no place like home.
I yearn for that zone
I want to go home
Poetry by learnings
Read 741 times
Written on 2010-09-25 at 16:05
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