Things that make home- a poem

There’s this tiny plant at homewhich fills me with a desire to roam,I hold my heart and lay on grassA shiny thing, fragile as glass. Walls here are over protectiveThe colour? Not so attractive,Feelings grip my ankle, as hard as stoneI’m filled with desires, completely unknown. The sun is roaming in the skyA bird is […]

Things that make home- a poem

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