I had a dream once
when my father was alive
and I was still living in my hometown
and at a glance,
it was to work my way to preserve the house there
and live in a peaceful way
gradually giving meaning to each day
and the same for my family,
but after my father’s passing,
well…everyone’s into changing everything
in the sense of where and how they live
and the house there becomes
a remnant of the past.
- Joker Wood
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Author:
Nafis Light (
Offline) - Published: July 28th, 2021 10:33
- Category: Letter
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Comments1
'gradually, giving meaning to each day'..
*Walls, can never contain
the love and life, we imbue into them
on their own
that's why they look so pathetic and derelict
to strangers;
that's why, the most important *Walls
we'll ever own, belong
to that fist sized pump, keeping us alive
and that's where we build
our Permanent home,
there-in, where we carry the legacy
of all those that kind heart's
that shared their warmth with us, forever striving
to protect all those cherished memories, inside
those pulsing *Walls...
thanks for sharing,
(I'm sorry for your loss)
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