When i miss home,my space

It happens, the time I am sleepy,

I want go home, my place,

my heaven ,

my hammock where i can rock myself to sleep.

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home..my sweet home.

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About Sumita Jetley

I had never thought that writing takes such a heart in me. I never had thought that I and it would be in each other but suddenly I as well know, life is never without it be, expressed and relished in its foremost quiet beauty.
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