Tag: poetry
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SOLD SIGNS AND SOUL TIES
somewhere between the late-night callsand the early morning showingsbetween the whispers of new beginningsand the echoes of what once wasi learned—a house is never just a house it is the place where handspaint nursery walls in hopeful strokeswhere laughter rises with the morning sunwhere love lingers in the doorframes i have walked kitchens still warmfrom…
HOME AND LIVING 