My friend's house was built by a business
That worked and worked until it unbuilt itself
A house of rainbow lights climbing the stairs
Leading to a little room at the top
Where I slept once or twice
That once or twice led to a dream
That echoes still so many years after
A spiral staircase winding down
Into a secret room made of glass
Where we sat in silence
Watching the trees whispering to each other
So many times we went there
But always the same day
Those rainbow steps of my lost friend's house
The dream has become my reality
And is always welcome to visit me.
- Author: MindPoems ( Offline)
- Published: April 9th, 2024 02:38
- Category: Unclassified
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