The Lost House Poem by S.E Carolan

The Lost House



Imagine a place
far far away
All by itself - on its own
the front door is always open
the windows are paned in gold
The stairs inside leads to nowhere
There's nowhere you want to go
Because inside the little lost house;
is where the things you've lost will go

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