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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