By Safa Peshimam (Kalopsia Wiz)
Home, a four letter word, so precious yet so terrifying,
A place filled with life, even though you are dying.
Moments lived and memories remembered,
People to trust only few to be numbered.
Place of dreadful laughs hidden with warm smiles,
Even blood turn into strangers as time flies.
Hands now hold thorns instead of flowers,
And relations change within hours.
By Safa Peshimam (Kalopsia Wiz)
Reading your poem is like taking a journey through the corridors of the human heart, where every line resonates with authenticity.
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one from the most beautiful and profound poem..welldone.
The imagery in your poem is so vivid that it feels like a journey through a world painted with words.
The depth of the words used in the poem provoke meaningful thoughts.