the sun beats on my shoulders.
the autumn breeze ruffles my hair.
i walk happily.
the path is laid clearly.
the destination is near.
i near your location.
the house is in front of me.
the siding and roofing is deteriorating.
i knock on the weakened door.
the door blows down.
the house is too worn down.
i barely recognize it.
the color is different.
the memories are gone.
i am without a childhood home.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
the sun beats on my shoulders.
the autumn breeze ruffles my hair.
i walk happily.
the path is laid clearly.
the destination is near.
i near your location.
the house is in front of me.
the siding and roofing is deteriorating.
i knock on the weakened door.
the door blows down.
the house is too worn down.
i barely recognize it.
the color is different.
the memories are gone.
i am without a childhood home.
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