
The Black House with Yellow Windows
May 7 · 1 min read
Outside, an endless desert awaits,
here wind is the great prodigy,
endless and vast its canvas, it paints
in broad, rippling strokes;
dunes form, dunes waste away.
Outside, an endless desert awaits,
here in the heart, like small stems of hope,
cacti grows. Thorns adorn its sides
like prized passion of the Christ.
Outside, an endless desert awaits,
its turmoil, its tranquility reaches my doorstep.
I reach out, yet I stay within,
my black house, with yellow windows.
