Old bricks fallen onto the ground,
Dust falling from every corner
It waiting to be found.
leaping glass from the floor outside
to the heart of the houses shadows.
Below lies an old basement,
with the light from the only window
it glows a doll looking towards it.
Cold, lonely feelings,
struck the house for thousands of years,
only just to see,
The house was a dream and never could be seen.
(As winner of my poem contest, big thanks to Brucek- as shown on my link on my page)