My father's house is made of sky
His bookcases stood very high
The paths to the rooms he made of stones
And for each one he gave some names
Agate, quartz, esmeralda, the milk way
It is good to know its names, he'd say

My sister's house was made of happiness
Each time we were there, a candle we blow
And the children always give a show
Running inside or outside the door
It is always good to play in the floor

My house was made of animals
Birds,butterflies, ants and snails
Which do its nests in the green tree
Remembering  me how happy
I always should be .

by Marli Camargo

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