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home is a doorway
to any place (not the place)
that calls you inside
© 2016 Melinda Irvine
[…] among the steady trill of motors, beats, our time we are all, just waiting to go home […]
Nice poem. I completely agree. Home is where the heart is…
thank you Gary. yes a feeling rather than a place. nice day. mel.