The house that once was

In the house that once was
sorrow does her dance
and time plays
symphonies long forgotten
From empty frames
come voices
they sing into the night
In the house that once was

I remember seeing you
paint the walls
with colour of the sun
Too bright, it burnt them.
there is a stretch of red cinders
where it stood  –
The house that once was

Reduced to nothing by you
I saw him too, stand at the door
the remains of which stained
his hands.
He didn’t – but silence wept and cried
Haven’t seen him since then
But I still hear it sobbing
I still see it mourning
for the house that once was

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