In My Home...
There are places where the wind does not blow,
and light is glittered by dust.
A silent place with a few whispers,
falling down, from my ears 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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