Cold In The House Poem by Dorsey Baker
Cold In The House
It's cold in the house
Where no love is alive
It's cold in the house
Where the wounded is
Where the dead is
It's cold in the house
No sun shines in
No flowers bloom
It's cold in the house
No fire in the fireplace
Cold feet and hands
No blanket upon the bed
It's cold in the house
Where nothing is living
Everything is dead
Excellent poem. My house is without love or affection too, nobody says 'je t'aime vous' in any language, nor I say 'I love you too back.' Yet it was once full of love and happiness. But ya have to keep going. a good 5* poem..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 1:02:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Bravo Dorsey Just terrific