The door opens, a breeze of hot air touches my cheek.
Sometimes there is people when I come in, sometimes not.
The laughter of joy and the cries of happiness
is heard between the walls.
The fire are still burning and so does the talk.
Late at night, when they all are inside,
the talking is like a flood that can't be stopped.
The questions are many: "What, when and why???".
This is an ordinary day in the life of those that want
to share their joys and laughter and their sadness and tears.
When everyone leaves and there is only me,
I take off from the chair and head for the door.
When I open it and look out over the room,
I cry out with a loud voice:
"This is the place within my heart".

© by Sebastian Castell alias ^Desmond.
28 January 1998.
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