A HouseЁЯПа
Door slamed,
Finally a house became home
when everyone left,
She chose the darkness
a silence of cemetery,
Where she could hear her own heartbeat,
Dancing to her favourite music,
Laughing at the ceiling,
As the sand in a hourglass,
Still left,
How pity she was,
a smile disappeared,
With the sound of door bell...
-Keerthi Thirunavukkarasu
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