What brings you to the door?
How'd you find this place?
In an endless field of corn,
Shaded in the purple and pink horizon
This vacant house, where memories are forgotten,
And stories are buried in the fertile soil
Are kissed by the unblocked winds that turn the days like a clock
You must have traveled some distance to get here,
But why?
This house has withstood years of the elements,
The unhinged shutters, wooden splinters, and worn paint
Share a story long forgotten
You've knocked on a door that hasn't opened in years
And for better or worse,
Remains closed
To you
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 11:40 AM UTC
What brings you to the door?
How'd you find this place?
In an endless field of corn,
Shaded in the purple and pink horizon
This vacant house, where memories are forgotten,
And stories are buried in the fertile soil
Are kissed by the unblocked winds that turn the days like a clock
You must have traveled some distance to get here,
But why?
This house has withstood years of the elements,
The unhinged shutters, wooden splinters, and worn paint
Share a story long forgotten
You've knocked on a door that hasn't opened in years
And for better or worse,
Remains closed
To you
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