When She Steps In Through The Door

~ Frank Solanki

Without her around
The house is grim, dark and lonely
Completely silent save for only
The heavy breaths emanating from my chest
It’s like the cold hands of sorrow
With no choice but to borrow
Desolation on some wicked curse’s behest
Have come to settle in this nest

When she steps in through the door
A surge of light carrying madness
Bursts and drives away the sadness
Filling the house with smiles, laughter and song
What was once a haunted dome
Has transformed into a lovely home
With flowers of joy planted where they belong
Nothing then could ever go wrong

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Published by Frank Solanki

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