My old house..

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By Maryam Khan

The broken windows The cracked old walls The dark black shadows And dust filled rooms The withered flowers The chopped trees The dried grass And faded paint Is this my house i couldn't believe Where i lived my childhood It was a heaven to me I wish i could live here again It filled my heart with grief and pain When i thought and realized It was taken away Was no longer mine..

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