

VacantThe house on the hill, Is it vacant? It cannot be. The lights are still switched on, Yet there is no chimney smoke, No activity. The windows are but dusty glass. Does no one clean them? An the doors, why? Has no one fixed the hinges? Perhaps we should knock, And leave only if there is no reply.Vacant
We must forget That house on a hill. No one lives there. A waste of space. Hollow, vacant inside. Devoid, of what? Has it ever been occupied? By the smiles and laughter Of families. No, we shouldnt think so. I


Crazy ManAs I look outwards towards the twisting, Dusty, barren road Which I have stepped upon A tent strapped across my back and a knife in my beltCrazy Man
I turn around and see Home In all its splendor as the rising sun
Hovers just above the windmill that slowly turns
Surrounded by fields of soft Gentle lavender in full bloom Swaying gently in the wind As the cock crows to wake my family Whic


DandelionA solitary figure Emerging from the soil. An eyesore to the plants, A King to weeds.Dandelion
Growing stealthily, A thin stem appears, Surrounded by waxy leaves. While a chill wind blows.
The stem grows ever taller, Away from gardeners eye. Crowned by golden mane, A wispy cloud hovers overhead.
Vanished has the Kings crown , Succumbing to the feather bed. Overwhelmed by wind and rain, The dandelion bows submissively.
Away fly the children, The aged have no hair. Mary Poppins swarm the air A delicacy
Hello, just wanted to let you know, although this name is used under my wife's name and nationality, the favourite's page is abused by my children, I am a japanese author and all works that may be done here is by me. All other things including favourites and activities are by my kids.
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