A world with a child's laugh,
mixed with his mother's and father's
A world with young love,
Joyful murmurs,
With occasional giggles.
A world also with love, but old,
Waiting for the next great journey.
Calm and peaceful,
With whispers of old stories.
A world with a broken heart,
Sad lonely face gazes at the empty sky.
A world with no heart at all,
Angry screams into a telephone.
All of these worlds,
Stacked in columns and rows.
With windows open to the evening wind's song.
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