Home is an organ
A living thing
It breathes and pulses
And has a smell of its own;
A second womb
A museum of emotions
An anthology of fingerprints
With memory imprints on its walls
They echo back at its tenants
The invisible choir
If Mother was matter,
She'd be home
Don't tear down the ageing home
Let it die dignified
Home is
The architecture of a soul
From the cave to the skyscraper
Home is one
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TEXT & ART:
DANA ALRASHID
KUWAIT