Your house of cards
on sandy ground
the slightest wind
sends tumbling down
and life won’t wait
for you to make
your house of cards again
The trees may creak
the grass may yield
yet springs back up
already healed
your house of cards
by breath of wind
condemned to tumble down
The mountain stones
the stormy seas
will take no notice
of the breeze
the house of cards
has no last hopes
it’s fallen to the ground
That house of cards
on sandy ground
it cries for help
as winds abound
the wails echo
on the gale
the house of cards is gone
A house of cards
that is no more
the sands had flown
the grains would soar
the barren earth
that still remained
held echoes of the storm
The house of cards
had gone away
the stormy sands
had flown astray
the earth held silent
stones released
the echoes of the storm
Your house of cards
on sandy ground
the slightest wind
sends tumbling down
your life won’t wait
for you to make
your house of cards again.
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My Poems
PoetryA few poems I wrote, some of them freeverse, some of them not. Hope you enjoy!
