Home is in whose house <br />Stand walls not of gold <br />But golden hearts- <br />love lit, grace clad. <br /> <br />Home is less what one sees <br />Than what one dreams, feeling <br />What oneself is, lasts by not lasting- <br />An ever bulging universe<br /><br />yoonoos peerbocus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-96/
