Old house,
Smell of old coffee and tea.
Old noise - sweet silence
And the squeaky door.
Rose garden,
Refined perfume of petals
And bloody thorns they have
It's all spread in the air,
Old times,
Memories now so distant,
Bring back old feelings
Of peace an serenity.
Old feelings,
They're all gone now,
Made room for thunder
And for disturbance.
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