The summer heat had lulled this house to sleep but now with temperatures dropping and winter slowly approaching, its walls are complaining. Its just too cold and its bones are groaning!
“The house won’t stop creaking at night Is it trying to say something I don’t want to hear? Houses say words too they hold what is true! They are faithful, wrapping their arms around us opening their windows to let in light touching us with rays of daylight . . .”
Selected verses from my poem ‘The Voice’
Every year when the temperatures drop my house starts creaking, causing frightful sleep. But sometimes the difficult messages I don’t want to hear, are turned into ones of hope!
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