morning light streams

the morning light
streams thru a window
making dappled patterns
on an unswept floor
no soul lives here
no happy sounds
silence, a tangible silence
hangs as thick as a curtain
draped over this old house
but the sun, was welcomed
by the runaway child
sleeping in a corner

Published September 09, 2010 Write a comment
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ShyWolf
How wonderful, in my minds eye I see this as one of the old Masters Oil painting. . .
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T A Ramesh
Old house scene in the morning is well depicted here!
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magnolia
I enjoyed this Carol, good write. Maggie x
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Kesav V Easwaran
run away mind receiving light...nice
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Raj Arumugam
last liens are arresting and good conclusion
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