The Broken House

The window of the broken house does gleam
Whilst the moon above shimmers below,
And turns the glass to diamonds for a Queen
Worthy of royalty, of high bestow.
In shade of trees the wood of fallen frame
Seems to be relaxing, calming strewn,
And so does everything, it’s all the same
In the shadows of the waxing moon.
The wind goes through the boards and starts to moan
A song of wonderment that yields relief
Which puts to sleep the tired man alone,
And also those who had suffered a grief.
But though the night conceals rotten decay,
The truth, in time, comes back by break of day.





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Milo! said...
Mar. 14, 2010 at 7:24 pm
I really love this. I really like how everyone can relate to this. I hope you keep writing, because this is great. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.
 
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