the houses also dream
the fleeting afternoon light-
they are watchful spectators
of forgotten days and laughs
that like rusty keys
open doors of past-
the houses also know
the slowly smolder of time
and the cold loneliness of coal.
the fleeting afternoon light-
they are watchful spectators
of forgotten days and laughs
that like rusty keys
open doors of past-
the houses also know
the slowly smolder of time
and the cold loneliness of coal.
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