MagickzFirez Poem- Home

, Or a city never built, That grows and grows each day. Maybe a home is people, Who love you and wish to know, Where you have been and traveled to, Along your journey home. A home could be of brick or stone, Of rock, or twig, or mud, And fragile as a dying leaf, Or strong as an ancient tree. I've traveled many lands and seen, Places much like dreams, With promises that never, Meant very much to me. Families together, Or families far apart, Always seem much better, When gathered by the ...
Author: MagickzFirez; Tags: home poem love life travel journey


















