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Home/House

Home, it was you and I made alive.      
We coated it wholly of enlivening hues,        
why now, gloom-spectrum looms?      
       
My heart, and the oak pendulum clock,      
in duet of a mournful resonance,      
reverberates in our hollow home.      
       
The distant willow, quondam full of life,      
now without our words combine, deserted      
as if a lost beauty dreary, foraging for love.      
       
Chain smoking, tobacco was bitter foul.      
Is without flavour of witch's elixer,      
alleviate, waft my sorrow aloft in vapour.      
       
Nystagmus vision, a bliss when you reside,      
home dances along with your balletic movements.      
Cursed, as my sight wanders off, in the barren house.      
       
House, is without us.
Written by freddwzz (Naked Satirist)
Published | Edited 9th Jul 2012
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