Thursday, February 17, 2011

How could I know you...

How could I know you, marble and wood, stone and timber, pure and white, smooth and simple?
What are your walls, the views from your windows?
How is your house held as one?
In wind, do you sway? In rain, repel the pour? Is your door secure?
With eager heart, hoist the flag and let the shutters fly upon their hinges.
To know you, yet mystery remain...

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