I want to have another house where no one else can go
Exactly like this other one; but nobody need know.
Piled high with films and books and such
And all the time you need so much.
I want to live another life where everything has weight
Not just the work; but everything there like an open gate,
With time for friends and pondering
And not just sleep, but wondering.
'I want to have another house where no one else can go Exactly like this other one; but nobody need know.' beautiful the blessing of solitude, quiet chill out time
Beautiful. I love, and understand this.......me too, me too...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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'Piled high with films and books and such And all the time you need so much' - these two lines suit me so much! I too need another private room at least, if not a house.