My Little Yellow Cottage

Extra-societal throngs

Perambulate through my old home.


Oh little yellow cottage!

I adore you!

With your evanescent doors,

your windows that only speak open,

your encapsulating buttercup bloom walls.

You were designed for me.


If I pluck a strand of hair

and leave it in a corner,

will you remember me?


I have loved you since you sprung up from the ground.

Turn away anyone who loves you less than us.

At the back of the throng a face perks up,

falls in love with your nurturing.




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