A kind of a sanctuary …

Flames of burning memories

Ashes of broken dreams

The smell of smoke filled the streets

What’s home?

Is it a place or a feeling?

If it’s a place , you’re ruined ..

it’s on fire , now you’re homeless!

It’s the feeling..

The feeling of a tender mom

of a loving child

of the sound of the girl yelling “Daddy’s home”

It’s the safest place in the world

A kind of a sanctuary …

6-6-2012

12:10 am

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