In the quiet embrace of evening’s glow,
The house stands still, wrapped in twilight’s shroud.
Each brick a keeper of stories untold,
In every corner, secrets softly loud.
Windows like eyes, gazing at the stars,
Watching the dance of shadows on the floor.
Whispers of laughter echo from afar,
In the heart of the home, forevermore.
The creaking stairs sing of journeys past,
Footsteps of those who once called it home.
Their dreams linger, in memories cast,
In the warmth of the hearth, no one alone.
A sanctuary where the heart finds peace,
Sheltering love through the sands of time.
A house of dreams where moments never cease,
In its embrace, lifeâs gentle rhyme.