The Guest House
Windows cracked and broken.
A screen door hanging by a single hinge.
A termite-rotted porch.
Once laughter filled the air.
Faces shone, feet skipped, children played.
Fading echoes in the silence.
Mournful winds sigh down the chimney.
Rampant weeds and flaking paint.
The old guest house bids good-bye.
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