Empty Houses. Poem by Roy Storey
Empty Houses.
Rating: ★5.0
Laft is the spirit from the rooms.
Now the barbarians
have ripped down the walls.
All the dreams have laft
blown away in the wind.
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4/25/2024 5:44:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Roy the imagery you project here is only so common. As the old is torn down, leaving peoples dreams to be lost to the winds. Wonderful write my friend. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David