The home I want to own...
Makes me search
All the rooms,
All the furnishings.
A style, futuristic
And greets.
And when I reach,
The screen open and turns.
I want it
To ask questions and
Tell me the truth, the facts
With eyes.
In my eyes, deep.
Reminds me when I watched...
Like that!
I want it to go,
Go wherever I go.
For this, the price is steep.
I know...
I have to make ends meet.
It's a strain.
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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