The home of a girl

[Guest]

Just on the corner of my street, a ruined shop

Singing songs with holes in soles is his wind of old

Hidden under some decrepit ornaments lie remains of some serinity

It would take a world of tools and a couple of eternity

To renew this shop, save it from the frown of a dying clock

I had no clue how to repair this lot

For it withstood strenght,

It withstood the agressive arms,

The many tools of professionals

The many explaination of the disillusioned

Ruined remained the old shop,

Empty behind the broken door

Barren on the unscrewed shelves

In the city, beside a mall, useless self

But a little girl one day went

She smiled and applied her calm,

She screwed her love,

Her empathy removed the need for explaination

For the shop found a purpose,

The shop found an owner

The shop found itself

[Guest Ender]

Wow! This is beautifully written!! Bravo!!

[Guest Jennifer T]

Very nice!

[Guest]

A beautiful poem, Marie.

Thank you for sharing with us.

Huggs,

Joann

[Guest miss kindheart]

Nice poem Marie

<<< hug >>>

Thanks for sharing it

vanna

[Charlize]

Amazing what a young girl can do.

Thanks for the poem. A fun read on a Sunday morning.

Hugs,

Charlize