I made a castle,
with newspaper strips,
cardboard wastes, empty bottles.
My dream home came alive,
The abode I dreamt as a child.
The Chinese lantern
did the glimmer, the shine.
The mansion glistened.
I tiptoed inside
with silent steps.
The crouching ancient,
sat there with a profound grin.
Creating a palace
with torn newspapers,
cardboard boxes, empty bottles.
I gently tapped his shoulder.
He craned his neck to turn
and the weary face muttered
We all have castles,
deep within.
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