I had a house
a bed of dreaming wood
some pain on the shelf
a memory faucet
embers to sear my heart
whenever the cold assailed it
and many chimneys
but I had no door
and no window.
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Nice piece of work with, the pains of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.