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The Old Victorian

My great, great Aunt had a lovely old home, with many a wonderful story, hidden within its walls. A Victorian, architectural designers dream; vaulted ceilings, full of ghosts; where spirit voices sang of its splendor. What I remember most, were the sparkly door knobs; prisms reflecting the sunlight; beautiful rainbow colors, adorning her sitting room walls. The animated colors of her crystalline chandelier wove dancing shadows into the fabric. As a small child, I reveled in that light-play; how I loved her magical home.



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  1. Date: 10/30/2014 5:28:00 AM

    Wonderful creation....I love the style...Yes, we loved her magical home...Your real post-modern thoughts touched my consciousness...I am sure that you are an in-born poet...Keep it up...One day you will create new history for us...Best to you dear....
  1. Date: 10/30/2014 12:12:00 AM

    Dear ML: Lovely poem. All the best my friend, Leon
  1. Date: 10/29/2014 8:08:00 PM

    Can't help but say that the poem is a masterpiece. Makes me want to see it!
  1. Date: 10/29/2014 7:37:00 PM

    In the old days it was customary to hide things in walls, this brings back memories of old, when someone told me such a story, thanks for sharing xxx
  1. Date: 10/29/2014 6:40:00 PM

    I just love how you wrote about this home. This is just excellent. I so enjoyed reading it...several times.
  1. Date: 10/29/2014 4:42:00 PM

    Awesome . . . old houses, older spirits, ancient stories . . . light and colors. I can see kids opening the wardrobe . . . exploring. All the best.