..homes without matter...


A house from ideas
words out of foam

spring that lures
with colours
the jugular vein of summer
in your ear
for you autumn bleeds
inventor of winter so white
is your imagination

yes there is still room for
builders of homes without matter
behind steel and stone
for us

Poetry by Scharlie Meeuws
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Written on 2007-09-12 at 10:27

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Mr painter
Nice I like