Thursday, February 23, 2012

the humble abode


a house which was once a home.
in the absence of contents dear to the heart.
leaves nothing but an empty, desolate shell.
who can tell?
there's no other place , not even Rome.
called home, only in the presence of the beloved.
a feeling no body can tear apart.

in loving memory of #150@f-7

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