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4 walls (Free verse) by tralala42001
and i lost the pen
and found the paint
and now i return talking to old friends
and now i feel like home
without the comfort
and yet i feel a warmth of coziness
and still i feel like running naked
and run through paths of unforgotten trees and dirt
and still i run past familiar faces
and still the moths are attracted to light
and somehoe there are hallow doors leading to gardens of
flowers
and the flowers----
and yet i allow some time for thought
and yet i don't want to realize the snow is melting
and the sound of laughter coming from closed doors
open door----
and then there is groaning and moaning
plus the smile
and then the moon is lost because the man took over
"look at the man in the moon"
and the time changed today
now it is dark an hour earlier
and yet i still feel how i felt an hour ago
and without warning i wrote this
and then without struggle i read it to you
and without hesitation i slept a long dream
and the dream illuded to darkness
"home sweet home"
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