Dear House

By Kevin du Plessis

If,

There was a thing

To see within your walls

I must admit mere eyes of glass

There is that may have caught a wing

Of yellow feather passing by

In the tree that stands so tall

Roots all reaching for your fall

From  below  She  has  to  try

To crack your bricks and free,

The space, you jailed just for me

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