Sunday, 21 April 2013

Small Hut

The Outside:

Shabby roof and thick straw
Man of passion, hands raw
Low walls, drenched colour
House of the season turner
One wooden window
Candle light and smell of meadow
Dry hands, cracked heels
Week by week and two meals
Dusty earth, dusty man
Dusty hut and a hand fan

The Inside:

Dim light and a family of six
Let us share and mix
First dish full of love
Last dish full of love
Owner of poverty
Know less and happily

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