The walls echo with the rush of words.
\nThe caroling of seasons
\nhas blown away,
\ntheir notes disintegrated
\nin the dunes of forever.<\/p>\n
When I was a child
\nlife was the span of one day.
\nI tunneled through the earth
\nto the other side.
\nBoards needed to be nailed.<\/p>\n
I marveled at the taste
\nof wood and flowers in an apple,
\nand no one ever went away.
\nThey loved each other too much.
\nEveryone stayed.
\nI listen.
\nI hold them.
\nWind blows through the door.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The walls echo with the rush of words. The caroling of seasons has blown away, their notes disintegrated in the dunes of forever. When I…<\/p>\n