This House
Clouds are weeping at my door
Puddles tearfully trickle in
Moonlight falls, whisper thin
Shingles chatter on the roof
Winter sends her lonely kiss
Restless winds, a soulful hiss
Tousled twigs caress the windows
Shattered leaves sorrow down
Willows writhe, orchids frown
Shutters sigh outside these walls
Thunder moans in evening gloom
Wilted love, she cannot bloom
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