Turning a house into a homeA Poem by Jon Roggie
You didn't feel an attachment.
It was where they moved. Felt the same for me. Changes slowly made, matches the feel. One room finished, creating another. One an ocean of the night, and now working on a garden full of light. Each reflecting a personality. I can only wonder, what it will look like, when I finally finish my room.
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Added on July 31, 2017 Last Updated on July 31, 2017 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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