That Old House : Memories

that old house memories

At the very first sight,

Memories flooded me the last night.

Trodding down on the walkway,

I found this bizzare house.

It is not just wood,

Perched on the sand like that.

Thousands of memories lie inside,

Memories some sweet and some cried.

Rickety wood made it stood,

For years and years.

As I leave the lovely sight,

Inside my heart, I knew.

I belong to that old house!


Reality Crumbs : Unstated Emotions


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