The House That Whispered Tales

The house stood there depleted yet strong
With memories foregone yet guarded

The windows with a magical aura
In a perfect assortment
In a perfect alignment

The rails red and white
With tales of dread and plight

The walls blue and white
With tales of dew and kite

The insides with a surprisingly bright hollow
Whispering tales of laughter and love
That withstood the dreads and plights
With a spirit so strong that
The winds never shook them
The rains never soaked them

The steps with cracked edges
That echoes the chatter of whimsical tots
Whose tiny feets scurried up and down
With the naughtiest grins and gales

The house whispered too many tales
To those who stopped by to listen and fathom!

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Hi! I’m Eivine, a writer who loves to prance around with words! Writing had been my ultimate passion ever since I learned to hold my pencil in the toddler days. Being a single child who didn’t have the luxury of YouTube, cartoons and video games of the present generation, my besties for life where books! My mother was the one who introduced me to the fantastic world of words that wove tales and poetry. One day when she returned from work, she had a big book in her hand. It was Enid Blyton’s “The Naughtiest Girl In The School.” I took it awestruck and asked her how I’m going to finish reading such a big book. She asked me to try it once and to both her and my surprise, I finished reading it in a stretch without even taking a break. That was my first step into the world of books, words, reading, and writing.

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