The fire
swallowed the furniture
our warm
friendly nests
It swallowed the
family albums
the books and
the love letters
We didn't have
the resources
to repair our
home
We thought our
purpose
was forever lost
Then appeared
some people
to whom we
barely said hi
They repaired
not only our house
but also the
lost trust
that those souls
still exist
who can turn for us
prickly stones into velvet
who can turn for us
prickly stones into velvet
love this!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Laurie! :)
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