Beside the river the house stood,
The surrounding of the house empty,
Oh’ from outside the beauty of the house not seen,
Mother Nature’s naughtiness fully seen,
Parasite’s brutality fully grown,
Dark patches showing the age of the house,
In majestic proportions the house filled the land.
The front door like a smiling face stood,
Open all the time though none in through it ventured,
The side windows like every opened eyes welcomed,
The true light of the house inside seen,
The big hallways leading to living room,
The dinning room can kill hunger of all kind,
As all the rooms stood big and tall,
Colorful drapes adorned the outside light,
The air inside so wonderfully scented,
Anyone inside will feel the comforts of feelings,
Feelings unique to each room in this wonderful house.
From the heart land came the intruder,
Creeping though the gates and then searching,
For a place to grow and show her charms,
Spoke wise words the house understood,
Unblinking eyes everyone from far saw,
In the prettiness of the flowers intruder gave.
Creepers crept all over the house masking age,
Flowers big as hands hanged from sides,
Through an open door intruder intruded,
Finding warmth inside from the winter cold,
Feeling of a different kind in every room intruder felt,
Rhyming with passion of each room filling own scent,
Then in spring time with flowing breeze dancing,
The intruder through the passing seasons consumed,
Every corner of the house changing and merging,
Into the house and house into the intruder,
Then the doors closed forever,
As none else the house wants,
To walk into the house even in the darker days to come.
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