My home is somewhere between that river,
That flows to the receiver from the giver.
My home is somewhere between those forests,
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Thanks for commenting on my poem. You touchingly presented the homelessness of a housewife who bridges her kitchen with the fridge and ends her life. But was she homeless?
Well thought out poem elegantly embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Ezra.
So deep poetry.. Keep it up... I would like you read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too.. Naila
uh-uh! Cannot use that last rhyme (you would have to pronounce it homeLESS) I believe Alexander nailed the meaning pretty well.. no? pretty good stuff