Amazing how she stands there,
Bright, with character and flare.
Strong walls so steadfast,
Her inner strength will outlast.
She stands empty, dark, and hollow inside.
When rain falls and wind blows, she’s likely to cry.
Clouds drift and snow’s cold
Full of life, she’ll never grow old.
Her exterior is resilient,
Her demeanor, rather pleasant.
She’s warm and inviting.
Smart features defining.
The shutters are open,
Her spirit’s not yet broken.
Her details are stunning
She’s clever and cunning
Wood’s worn, she’s torn
Paint’s faded, She’s jaded.
But her beauty is endless
One wish... to find bliss.
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