The house I lived in was like a chorus
of five-hundred elementary school-age children,
singing with all their might.
No mention or worry
to whether they hit the right note or not,
all that matters is that they try.
The air rings with carefree melody,
dancing and charismatic.
Rhythmic- full of life, love, and passion.
The house I lived in was perfect--
in all its imperfection.
Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 9:57 PM UTC
The house I lived in was like a chorus
of five-hundred elementary school-age children,
singing with all their might.
No mention or worry
to whether they hit the right note or not,
all that matters is that they try.
The air rings with carefree melody,
dancing and charismatic.
Rhythmic- full of life, love, and passion.
The house I lived in was perfect--
in all its imperfection.
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