Old house
Upon the hill
A shroud of darkness looms
Steeped in mysterious past lives
And times

Cracked walls
Broken windows
Memories live inside
Step by step, unveiling itself
To me

Old house
Inside your walls
The musty darkness sits
A happy child, contented smile
Safe place


Charlotte Scadeng © June 2007

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