Deserted House: A Poem

The deserted house stood in a placeThe girl lazily holding her gazeThe maid looked as it as if in a dazeHer plastered smile cracking in its place The man moved and knocked at the doorHis lips crumbled and his cloths all toreThe girl waited for the silver to pourBut the maid stopped them, her anger […]

Deserted House: A Poem

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