A place called home (Micropoem)



When ; 
Memories no longer beckon, 
Ticking clock refuses to pause, 
Mirror shows the stranger in it, 
Empty racks tell a tale of their own, 
Broken windows don't reflect the joy hidden in their crevices, 
And life just refuses to smile..... 
That is the moment when that place is no longer home. 

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