All we see

Are burnt cigars

Broken homes

Abandoned cars

 

Home is drawn

By ghosts of ancestors

With bloody gowns

And unread letters

 

For no one can live alone,

In this fragile home.

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*Photograph from Pinterest*

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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