Every night when I look
outside,
enjoy the moon and the flower,
I thanks the roof.
Every winter when I cuddle
the warm,
I thanks the roof.
In the stormy rain and
the lonely summer
when I look at the door,
I thanks the roof.
Every night when I’m exhausted
and life feels lasted
I’m fine, thanks the roof.
© S.Anand
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