House (Poetry)
Which was made by the old father's labor
Grandma's laugh, mother's anklet
On the raw walls of that true house
My tie is shy away from hanging
Mother and father this raw house too
A big feeling, me only event
This difference is in the streets of relationships
Bring a ruthless accident
Whose light of the burning lamp
water spilled from old walls
Before hanging on those walls
Ever since the dazzle of the era
It is snatched away from the courtyard
Since then the wrapped with courtyard, from the walls
Closed nose does not smell smells
The swamp of the knees who was not
picked in the pages of the book
She is shy to call that house a house
The question mark gets bigger
The reason is only that,
we are associated with appearances
Breaking feeling, relationship with emotion
On the emotional veil with those indications
The call of the door laughs