My home hides quietly under the cool shade of banana trees,
and I glide gracefully through the old creaking corridors, my bare feet sliding across squeaky wooden floors,
while sunbeams and dark shadows display their dances across dreamy purple walls,
spaces tall and wide
but always overflowing
with echoes of the most uplifting laughter,
filled to the ceiling with whispers of the most sacred and closely kept secrets.
Sometimes an ancient iron gate swings back and forth, a soft sound signaling spontaneous visits from smiling friends.
May 2, 2022
May 2, 2022 at 7:35 AM UTC
My home hides quietly under the cool shade of banana trees,
and I glide gracefully through the old creaking corridors, my bare feet sliding across squeaky wooden floors,
while sunbeams and dark shadows display their dances across dreamy purple walls,
spaces tall and wide
but always overflowing
with echoes of the most uplifting laughter,
filled to the ceiling with whispers of the most sacred and closely kept secrets.
Sometimes an ancient iron gate swings back and forth, a soft sound signaling spontaneous visits from smiling friends.
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