This house will be empty one day,
No one will come or be believed to have stayed,
But I still remember those days,
When we ran down the corridor ways.
Up in the terrace enjoying the sun,
If we had destroyed something, then we would run.
Rummaging in old things,
We would find a photograph or a rusted ring.
Memories we made,
Love won over hate.
People we lost,
But we wouldn't loose our trust.
Now its a vacant, old house.
Nobody knows about the fun we had, nobody really thinks about.
A treasured memory,
Of a celebrated victory.

-Rupsa
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© Rupsa