This house where the wind blows

House where the wind blows

This house where the wind blows:
I like it and I don’t;
near the dried river,
wet only in the rains
that seep underground and make the walls mold.

My head spins
for longing,
for wishing it had a sunny mountaintop
where only breezes blow.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/07/20/daily-prompt-moving/
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