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A House And It's Memories
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Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house standing now for centuries.
If it's walls could talk it could tell stories of people's lives,
good and bad about husbands and wives.
It would tell stories of sadness and pain,
it would tell of sunny days and of those days pouring with rains.
An encyclopedia of knowledge that sits in decay and silence,
keeping secrets and tales,
could be good could be violent.
A diary locked tight with a key that is lost,
with no way of replacing no matter the cost.
It will keep all the stores in secret until the day it collapse,
then to rubble and dirt all it's secrets will be gone forever into a pile of scraps.
© A. L. Woods
#memorieshidden
Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house standing now for centuries.
If it's walls could talk it could tell stories of people's lives,
good and bad about husbands and wives.
It would tell stories of sadness and pain,
it would tell of sunny days and of those days pouring with rains.
An encyclopedia of knowledge that sits in decay and silence,
keeping secrets and tales,
could be good could be violent.
A diary locked tight with a key that is lost,
with no way of replacing no matter the cost.
It will keep all the stores in secret until the day it collapse,
then to rubble and dirt all it's secrets will be gone forever into a pile of scraps.
© A. L. Woods
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