Nr.
1
A clean house feels so empty
A spotless mirror leaves nothing to the
imagination
Clear glass lets too much through
Empty chairs are so lonely
Perhaps a little dust
An empty cup
A shirt draped over a chair
Are just signs that someone lives there.
Nr.
2
One day, per chance,
Happiness happened to glance my way
I had to refuse her dance
For it would take someone else’s happiness
away
Nr.
3
Sometimes I find it strange
How things can change
With no reason or rhyme
Except the passage of time
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