In My Old House
By Blushfulmoon
Petals from peonies fall, Gently drifting to the floor below In my old house The grandfather clock ticks louldy In the eerie silence Sometimes i hear ghost-like voices calling me In my old house The spectacles lay on the table folded Patiently awaiting their owner For no one will ever come claim them In my old house Oh to loved ones who has gone on Will you see me as i rearrange the memories? In my old house Written February 9th, 2002 © on Feb 08 2002 04:52 PM PST, Susan Vessels 18 • 0 • 1
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