Whispering door, A freshly painted knob, Glistening red from afar, A stranger house beckons. Perhaps it was just the white lilies, The bougainvillea, and the buttercups yellow- The stranger ‘s house immersed in beauty, Or a giant meadow circling the old fellow. A warm gush of familiarity, Scary-enticing, calling me, Wind breathed into strings of … Continue reading Master of my Mind~ A poem,
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