The house shifting
Neighbors looking at it
Furniture and fittings
Bags and linens
Boxes of other stuff
On the porch ready to roll
The day turns gloomy
It seems it is going to rain
Breezy wind caressing the pillars
Brushing its weight silently whisper
The branches bowing low
Dead leaves floating away
Crying with the wind
‘O please! Don’t take me away?!’
Hours floating away
The truck hasn’t arrived yet
What’s happening?
Calling truck company
Nobody answers the line
The sky darkens
Black color with dim color light
Sitting on the rocking chair
Wasting time
Will the truck arrive?
Heavy traffic jams in the city
Delaying its arrival for many hours
So the waiting begins
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