Monday, 16 May 2016

My old house

The gathering dust permeates through the air. 
The revealing gate shows the ragged path leading to the old house.
The packed house is deserted as we fly to our new home.
The fresh new house glowed with color.
The refreshing pool twinkles in the sunlight.

1 comment:

  1. I can see the dust motes sparkling in the sunlight as it streams through the window. This is such amazingly descriptive writing Ryan, I love it.