With my mother
Our home is an old cooker
Rotting and rusting
In the woods
The heart feels empty
No feeling of comfort or safety
We live in a broken cooker
Among the trees
But nothing is lost
When it was never there
Though something is missing still
AnneMarie Foley, Artist living in Fairyland U. K 
somehow feeling sad and, I gotta feel like this when I was young, childhood to teenager.
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thanks for visiting Rumi, i think your the only visitor that calls 🙂 yes, this poem is about a dream I had when I was five years old. I the dream, I remember looking at this old cooker dumped in among the trees and my Mother was with me, but looking distracted, It was the feeling of abandonment and loneliness that were more memorable in the dream that the content really
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