my roof is brick
my windows are glass
my doors are made from wood
the paint on my wall are gone
the strength is on the fence
the house is my heart
my soul is the breeze outside
the hallow hole is a cloud of black
the house is my heart my soul is the breeze outside the hallow hole is a cloud of black........so touching and meaningful. A beautiful metaphorical poem amazingly shared. Thanks for sharing.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the house is my heart my soul is the breeze outside the hallow hole is a cloud of black... simple and fine thinking and expressing.. love this poem. tony