They were a little family Two kids, mummy, daddy Squashed up in a tiny home Joined chairs to create a sleeping zone Or a mattresses rolled over the living room floor But honestly, they were very happy, you know But then all of it happened so suddenly And they got the house next door finally It was comfortable and nice And everything fit more than precise That was the target, the goal But after that fell into the bowl No longer for space they yearned But unfortunely life took a sudden turn First, we refuse to dream And when we visualize that screen Our deepest desires, the universe conspires And begins to set things that we require But it's ironic how when we finally achieve It's becomes time to grieve Death and a lot of other things happened And saddened their hearts that were just gladdened Spacious, beautiful and comfortable Yet empty from within, such a complex riddle
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Inhale Peace; Exhale Love. Joy will Follow! - RUELHA 
“Finally A Big House!” Yes i Am FeeLinG iT Now
SMiles Dear Rue There is A Song “Isn’t It Ironic”
“Don’t You Think” “Like A Free Ride Yet
You Are All Ready There”
That Kinda Fits in Here
Yet Is More About Love
And Typically How Love Works
Out Not Exactly What Ya Dreamed
Of As Only As Real As Us Humans
Paint The Sunsets That Fade in Sunrises
That Don’t End Twilight At Night Just Please
Let the Peace Last
A Little Longer
Like That Space
On A Sunday Afternoon
After You Finally Get Relaxed
And Have to Get Anxious The Next
F in Yes Fred in Minute to Start Another
Week Of Never Ending 33 Years of Work Plus 19 Years
Of School Until You Finally Retire And Become Financially
Independent Falling In Hell Where Love and the Feeling of Smile
Doesn’t Exist
At All Yet
Some of Us
Just Pick Ourselves
Up Off the Basement
Floor And Get Used to Falling
Lower Carrying Whatever Smile
We Will Find Until Red, Red, Wine
Comes to Play As the FRiEnD Within
Yes Love That Is Truly Ours That Never Goes Away
Only Worth Giving And Sharing Caring Away After That
For We Learn
It’s Never
Ironic
to Master
The Peace of
Inhale That Love Exhales for
All For Then The Bride And Groom
Are Always Ours to Give Away to Others Free
i’m Out of Order With Theme Songs Writing Your
Last Song Before This First One And isn’t It Ironic
Now i Forgot to Include A Theme Song For the Last
One First So i’ll Just Go With This First One Last With SMiLes..
And This is the True Beauty of Poetry Just Getting All the DarK
And Light Out Howling to the Moon Until it Becomes Full And Everything
Is Just All Right
Yet That’s Another
Song By ‘Starbuck’
(Moonlight Feels Right)
Hehe Without An S Thank God
As i Can’t Really Afford to Lift to Outer-space With Starbucks
As Isn’t Ironic i Know What Place That Space Doesn’t Bring Next…
Anyway This Today is my 4,000th Day Writing Online In Consecutive
Days All Through Hell and Heaven Since Thanks Giving Day of 2010
And Isn’t It Ironic Hell Is Heaven After All Hope is Gone and Love Rises For Real…
Within Where
It only
Got Lost
To Finally
Find for Real
And Really Really
Never Goes Away in Our Space Within…
A Big House Indeed No Floors No Windows
No Ceilings Not Even a Stitch of Clothing Just God Is Love FOR ALL..:)
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LOOKS BIG ENOUGH……
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