A poem for the young
The house on top of the hill
Has no garden
A landslide sent it to the bottom
Lemon trees and roses in a maze
The house on the top of the hill
Has no roof
A storm sent it down the hill
And boys broke the windows.
The house on the top of the hill
Patiently waits for another land slide
So, it can join the missing parts
At the bottom of the hill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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