my roof is brick
my windows are glass
my doors are made from wood
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the house is my heart my soul is the breeze outside the hallow hole is a cloud of black........so touching and meaningful. A beautiful metaphorical poem amazingly shared. Thanks for sharing.10
the house is my heart my soul is the breeze outside the hallow hole is a cloud of black... simple and fine thinking and expressing.. love this poem. tony