The little yellow house,
With the purple doors,
I wonder what it holds,
Maybe chocolate floors!
Every day, I drive by,
this lovely landmark here,
One with a magical aura,
Like a fairy tale gear!
A picket fence surrounds,
A garden within grows,
It is almost surreal,
As if, in it life slows.
Maybe once I will stop,
Possibly walk by there,
Wonder what I will find?
Will it be a scare?
Prompt: Day 5 at PoeticAsides
better leave it to our imagination...
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