they ask what type of house <br />i would love to stay in <br />i say a roof with a pragmatic <br />inverted Vthat shields all my dreams <br />covers them up like a piece of gold <br />a staircase that sweeps me <br />up to a paradise of solitude <br />a bed where i could feel the <br />warm and infinte space for <br />all my aspirations and love <br />a kitchen that could wake <br />up all my palates and senses <br />and a toilet that can freshen <br />and losen up the day<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/house-9/
