She Sits In a Room
This is her house
Her four walls
Look from any angle,
There are still four walls and a door
She stares out of her misty window
Still her little house in blue skies and cloudy rain
Her life she lives
Her days she conquers
And where does she go?
To her little house
Her four walls and a door.
Copyright © Fuzzy Sk | Year Posted 2010
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