I Can See it As It Was
In the midst of moonlit shadows,
Near a place called long ago.
Stands a house now vacated,
By the family I loved so.
Broken boards and rusty hinges,
Bramble path outside the door.
These many years have left no traces,
Of the house, I used to know.
In these back roads of my mind,
I can see it as it was.
Warm glow from the windows telling,
Of my family and their love.
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