A little house
With a little room
It’s a happy place
A place of refuge
It’s a place to scream
A place to play
a place to dream
The little green room
Is a place to create memories
I remember the big pink room
That room was full of hope
Was full of feelings and love
It has been full of hurt and despair
Those rooms have given a lot
The emotions created and ended,
Have engraved that house
Thursday, June 4, 2009
A Place
Posted by Tazuff at 5:14 PM
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