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the new house is beautiful the new house is bare the new house is waiting for me
i should pack my things:
i cannot pack the walnut tree outside the window i cannot pack its summer branches loaded with the screams of parrots and croaks of crows
i cannot pack the persimmon tree in front of the balcony i cannot pack its autumn attire decorated with merry fruits and starlings
i cannot pack the sycamore maples and their early morning dialog with the sparrows
i cannot pack the sweet voice of the neighbor's child who asks why leaves fall down or why cats fight
i cannot pack my footsteps hushed on the trimmed garden of the carpets
i cannot pack all the wandering words i hunted and the lines i tamed
i cannot pack all the songs i sang silently and the tales walls listened patiently
i leave the old house empty-handed the new house is waiting for me the new house is beautiful the new house is bare
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2 comments:
Yes, a home is much more than a building. I love the intangibly immovables you've listed here.
home is me
house is us
and among us
there is always a boss
:D
i really appreciate your visits and precious comments, Francis...
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