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Oct 16, 2025
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By Barleen Kaur


They say people are homes;

What they forget to tell you 

Is that you might not own it. 

You might just be a tenant 

Or a guest for the summer or fall 

And you will eventually

Have to gather all your belongings,

Pack up the memories,

Look around to take in as much as you can,

And leave. 

They say people are homes;

What they forget to tell you is,

Most of them might just be houses;

The ones you can never own,

But also the ones you can never forget.


By Barleen Kaur


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Kabir Saggar
Kabir Saggar
Nov 20, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Lovely thoughts

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Sukhdeepkaur
Sukhdeepkaur
Nov 17, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Amazing writing

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