vintage telephone and clock in an old vintage home
Poetry

Mi Casa Vieja

Steadfast and strong,
its pillars stand the test of time.
Its seed lives on a thousand timelines.

Mi Casa, mi amada casa vieja!
 
Others wonder how it breathes stronger. 
It does not weaken nor waver.
It thrives.
It lives.
Its memories stay golden for eternity.

Lightning strikes.
Thunder roars.
Waves wash it down.
But it can’t.
Its story carries on.
And the Soul stays still.
 
Mi Casa, mi amada casa vieja!

 | Published in Beautiful Choices Publication | Follow me on MEDIUM. |

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"It does not weaken nor waver. It thrives. It lives."
MST3RI

WRITER | AUTHOR | ARTIST ---- I am a traveler of life, a believer of faith, and true love. I live to advocate change. I write for the chronicles of God's Light. In my stillness, I am an artist, stroking the Language of Light. I am MST3RI, a woman of courage, and a queen of my own destiny."

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