My roots deep in the ground, my stem stretches over land and water, to rest under a sun in a sky three thousand miles away. And I flourish, and my leaves grow green, and I ask myself...Where is home? The soil that nourishes my root, or the sky that hosts my leaves?
And I know the answer already... Home is where I can stand tall and be myself...
posted by Tinushka @ 9:03 am
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1 Comments:
Home is you. Your home lives in you sweetie, it was never actually the other way around. We just didn't know.
Can't wait to see you,
Love,
O.
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