"Word Poetry Challenge # 11: Home"
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Old house that keeps memories and stories,
oh! old walls that are silent witnesses of forgotten memory,
desolate, populated by the shadow,
and a thought will arise! ...
Old house of my childhood I loved you very much,
today you are only a spiral of melancholy and illusion,
that refuses the idea of forgetting.
Your doors are forever closed, no one lives there anymore,
So many memories of those said of other days,
Overnight in the corners, old house !.
Your empty rooms still keep the rumors of old voices,
that in hours of merriment could be heard everywhere.
You infuse me with heat and cold, nostalgia and love,
empty heart I find inside, silence awaits.
