i aimlessly wander through an empty house
bare feet and vanilla
draped in silky fabrics and lace
dancing to and fro
there is no radio
the tune is my own
my breathing the rythym
the silence has an echo
solitude is my favourite song
the floor creaks
and birds chirp
reminding me i am not completely alone
my soul is my sanctuary
she demands entertainment
so i'll sing to her all day long
- diaryofalittlestar
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Poetrya collection of unique poetry fueled by random deep emotions and thoughts that sometimes sound unsettling. eldest thought daughter.
