The House on the Hill
The house on the hill...
Walking up the long garden path, I paused,
and saw the lights,
and it was as if they beckoned me
...come hither...
I took a step closer, and the lights flickered,
as if to warn me,
...beware...
I stood back,
and the lights were off
...so univiting...
so full of pain
...so much hurt...
I turned and walked slowly down the path...
never looking back to the house on the hill............
...from the heart...
thats where lies beauty
....true beauty.....
therefore you are a very beautiful person my friend....
Gateway to Poetry
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