This Home is not a HouseA Chapter by Laurel ChaseIn which we explore the difference between home and house.Light dances a graceful ballet on irises Leaping off of its weightless tip-toes. Vibrations ripple through the air Whose pattern can be associated with soft laughter,
And somewhere in the middle of nowhere There is a voice that goes unheard by many, But tenderly cherished by the few That value the words carried by it.
Just behind a cage of bones, the heart filled with red life thump-thumps a devoted beat and races and slows and endures to keep the infinite tempos of
love. © 2015 Laurel Chase |
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Added on March 22, 2015 Last Updated on March 22, 2015 AuthorLaurel ChaseVAAboutWriter with way too little time on her hands. Has a tendency to sporadically write whenever the mood strikes her fancy. more..Writing
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