House.

House.

A Poem by WitheredWhite

Old familiar feelings flood new grounds
I walk comfortably
bare foot
in sync with the heartbeat of these hardwood floors

The walls are whispering secrets of all the years past

I will rest my eyes now
and fall asleep listening to ghosts

© 2016 WitheredWhite


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Added on September 29, 2016
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