Sunday, March 17, 2013

An Old House


A huge and wide old house
Made of fine and strong woods
With a touch of concrete walls,
A view that may able to pause
Giving such a very strong moods
As if looking at a tall falls.

A view that looks so scary
Gives shiver down the spine
Even mysteries able to see,
A view that full of creepy
Makes a head creates a line
That hard to be set free.

A huge and wide cage to say
So wide that seen to much doors
Doors opens too many rooms,
A rooms full of spirits that lay
Fear to go and step on floors
As if it will lead to dooms.

A house that gives fear to go on
Still wanting to be discover
Be open to drop the fears,
A scary house under the moon
Wants to be home till forever
Until it loses the fears that tears.

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