a place i call home
a place were i feel happy
the sound of a piano rings through -
in this house on a hill.
YOU ARE READING
flying through the window
Poetry▶ angles - demons ill - forgotten windows and dreams all in one house ◀ [interpretation is up to you ] [inspired by the cinematic orchestra]
one
a place i call home
a place were i feel happy
the sound of a piano rings through -
in this house on a hill.
