POEM OF THE DAY
October 11
Home is the place I call broken
The pieces of love and hope scattered in the heart of memories
It is happiness
Home is not whole glass shapes
It is beautifully broken
My one broken happiness
Because why have pieces shaped perfectly
When they can be shaped beautifully
Home is the place I call broken
The pieces of love and hope scattered in the heart of memories
It is happiness
Home is not whole glass shapes
It is beautifully broken
My one broken happiness
Because why have pieces shaped perfectly
When they can be shaped beautifully