My HouseA Poem by Gypsy Dreamer"moving in to a new home"Beads of sound coming down all to familiar. Outside chores are out inside feels peculiar. Weeks on I've traveled this hall wonder of others before me hear their laughter in the walls maybe... rain splatter. Walls of darkened wood creaky floors under my feet I stopped to feel the house ever so discreet. It's newness makes me happy It's oldness quite a charm It's finding it hard to know me It's finding it hard to warm. I will belong to an age old passage of echo's through these halls It will come to love me and I will hear it's call. © 2019 Gypsy DreamerFeatured Review
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