Sunday, September 6, 2026

Sleeping beauty


I don’t know the story of this house, 
But it speaks to me of desolation, desperation, 
Loss and loneliness. 
With no way in, and no way out, 
And no one with the energy 
To fight back all the thorns and thistles 
And turn this house back to a home: 
It makes me ache to see it.

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