poem


dream house

take my hand,
come home with me
like two children who played too much outside,
let's go home now!

old villa, beautiful home,
light house full of peace,
with paintings on the white walls,
black furniture, yellow floor,
large library full of good books ,
a wall clock, a hourglass,
a world globe, a lamp,
scented candles,
white roses on a black table,
an african statue in a corner,
a large comfortable armchair,
a sofa painted with flowers,
green grass and a huge tree in the garden outside
beautiful garden full of peace...

take my hand,
stay home with me forever
like two children who played too much outside,
we are home now.
let's fill the house with light and love!




Poetry by anton roxana
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Written on 2012-03-18 at 16:15

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful.

Thank you.
2012-05-03


Amy Valentina
Idyllic... I just wish I were born in the 18th century. Thanks for posting this beautiful poem on poetbay.

LOL,
Amy
2012-03-19