The eyes of my house:
The sun is falling down...
Like every day at
this exactly hour,
I slowly walk trough all my rooms,
and in the meantime,
I'm closing down, once again,
the eyes of my house;
which were opened to the world
during all day...
I close my window to the mountain,
to the trees, to the world...
I look at myself in the warmth of
my micro world...
The sun is falling down...
Like every day at this exactly same hour
I close once again the eyes of my house,
the windows of my face,
and lock myself
in my warm micro world
Like every day at
this exactly hour,
I slowly walk trough all my rooms,
and in the meantime,
I'm closing down, once again,
the eyes of my house;
which were opened to the world
during all day...
I close my window to the mountain,
to the trees, to the world...
I look at myself in the warmth of
my micro world...
The sun is falling down...
Like every day at this exactly same hour
I close once again the eyes of my house,
the windows of my face,
and lock myself
in my warm micro world
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