House
This house is
so quiet
(as every single house).
In the morning - with a color.
And the night - with semitones.
I'll love you - it says - in this
town.
With the benches of those in love,
with the poplars in May.,
with the rains.
I'll love you - it says.
And life goes on.
Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2011
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