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Our house

I passed our house,
for two hundred people.
I knew it was empty and desolate.
The road that blindfolded
I could pass it,
it is now overgrown with grass.
I was next to our big house,
which we built with hard work and love,
i'm sure now
none of us will go back there.

◄ I am ...

The hands of my birches ►

Comments

Philipos

Sun 9th May 2021 10:07


A moving and telling testament to the challenges some people face but which beggar belief for those not cursed with these experiences. Thank you for sharing that with us. Appreciated. P ?

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