Windows were once green
bricks fabulous red
upon the wall daylight
glowed like newlywed!
So lovely did it stand
the toy house in the moon
did it ever happen
didn't it end too soon?
Words were fewer then
wild thoughts ran galore
of mysteries now boxed up
behind tightly shut door!
Who stole the girl cutest
was it time or a man
that left her robed whitest
spinning the widow's yarn!
What really it yields
the house that once was red
with love and bricks was built
then broke and never remade!
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 10:43 AM UTC
Windows were once green
bricks fabulous red
upon the wall daylight
glowed like newlywed!
So lovely did it stand
the toy house in the moon
did it ever happen
didn't it end too soon?
Words were fewer then
wild thoughts ran galore
of mysteries now boxed up
behind tightly shut door!
Who stole the girl cutest
was it time or a man
that left her robed whitest
spinning the widow's yarn!
What really it yields
the house that once was red
with love and bricks was built
then broke and never remade!
On going back to the childhood house, Dec 6, 2017, 1 pm
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