Posted by Hazel Dream on 5:48 PM

My Home
Beyond the cold sorrow
Near eternal Dance of Ganges
In the warm quilt of winters
And calm white bed sheets of summers

In the love laced anger of my Father
In the grey curls of my sweet Mother
where sun rays are milder
and Nights are brighter
where deity reside in wrinkled smiles
Home sweet Home



That is beautifully written.. nights are brighter and sun rays milder..
yep home is always like that

omahgosh u write really well!


Arresting words...truly beautiful!
Home is where the heart is!

"where deity reside in wrinkled smiles.."

Beatiful...it wud be a great tribute to your loved ones...nicely done !!

hmmmmmmmmmmm flight of fantasy! try taking up brighter hues for the imagery, your greys and whites are too frequented. but a real good idea! so original!

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