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Worn and Weathered
 




The weathered house stands quietly,
It's doors are locked, there's no one near,
In midnight's silence one can hear,
Her wooden bones sigh wearily.

The moon above upon her face,
The weathered house stands quietly,
Saddened by loss of dignity,
Neglect, the author of lost grace.

Alone amid the trees and rills,
Masked in darkest secrecy,
The weathered house sighs quietly,
Forever a memory that chills.

She stands in clouded mystery,
Adrift on the edge of a dream,
Lost in glory days she'd once seen,
The weathered house sleeps quietly.





Just For The Love Of It PHRASE Challenge...Required Phrase 'on the edge of a dream'
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By Sallee

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Just For The Love Of It PHRASE Challenge-read page for rules, info, and REQUIRED PHRASE (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Just For The Love Of It PHRASE Challenge-read page for rules, info, and REQUIRED PHRASE (challenge has been closed)


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