Staring In

Don’t leave me here outside,

Standing, staring in.

Where You live the door stands open but my way is barred.

Come clear away the rubbish, stone and water.

.

I can see Your hearth fire burning.

I can smell Your bitter scent,

Hear You murmuring in the dark.

 

Will I ever see Your face again?

 

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Author: alicebarrett

Small town writer

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