I was built years ago by loving hands.
By a family that came from another land.
They built with their sweat by the light of the moon
They dreamed of the future and a special room.
Their dreams came through just as they planned
They welcomed new friends in a room so grand
With china and crystal and chairs of gold.
The house rang with laughter, the story was told.
Now that you know of this house and its story
Close your eyes and vision its glory.
Never judge a house by outside
It may look derelict but it still has its pride.
I love derelict buildings and take many photos. I was sorting through them and came across this interior in its wrong file. I was about to put it in its appropriate place when I thought that maybe this dear neglected house once…
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