the blinds are shut,
the shutters closed,
nobody appears to be home,
but here we have a glow
from deep inside,
perhaps a glimmer of lost pride,
the light shone through the shutters,
a floodlight on the grass,
they were at home
oh at last!
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
the blinds are shut,
the shutters closed,
nobody appears to be home,
but here we have a glow
from deep inside,
perhaps a glimmer of lost pride,
the light shone through the shutters,
a floodlight on the grass,
they were at home
oh at last!
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