House Of Feelings Poem by Dulan Kumarasiri
House Of Feelings
The angry scattering of books
The self-conscious mirror of looks
The calm bedroom, aura of perfume
The sad windows full of gloom
The lonely stool in the corner
The uptight hissing of the gas burner
The happy flowers hugging each other
The comforting pillows that smother
The delighted slate being first to see the dawn
And I ask myself, before all this is gone
Why buy furniture while the house burns down?
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