That villa!

Oh max!the breeze is whispering the chants of our mother,
The whispers are taking us into this land further,
The set back of life is now ours to face with strength and courage,
With all the grieve baggage.

Max where are you?i shouted and shouted that day,
But max wasn't at say,
I went to the outland porche to look for him,
There began the fantasy and whim.

We came back to a blood Math home,
We were gone,so all unknown,
We stood there in silence alone,
Like a frozen ice tint stone.

We still no that the war took over our family,
We did react responsibly,
But the turmoil is still shaky to the hippocampus,
I wish!they would just spare us..!