That house.
Right there.
On the hill.
Secluded.
Hard to get to.
It’s our place.
Warm summer nights.
Frozen winter days.
No one around.
Just us.
An illusion of paradise.
Around the bend.
Unseen.
Only felt.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
That house.
Right there.
On the hill.
Secluded.
Hard to get to.
It’s our place.
Warm summer nights.
Frozen winter days.
No one around.
Just us.
An illusion of paradise.
Around the bend.
Unseen.
Only felt.