In My Home...
There are places where the wind does not blow,
and light beams are glittered by dust.
A silent place ...
with a few whispers falling down
straight to my heart.
And now, you are in there,
walking slowly by its rooms,
Looking at its walls,
touching with your hands.
There is nothing to fear about,
nothing for you to hear,
to see...
But me.
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