It stands there,
Majestic,
Weeping,
Crying for a time past,
Crying for what was
And is no longer.
The silence hides it.
The wind explores it.
The shadows comfort it.
And,
Out of the silence,
It speaks.
Majestic,
Weeping,
Crying for a time past,
Crying for what was
And is no longer.
The silence hides it.
The wind explores it.
The shadows comfort it.
And,
Out of the silence,
It speaks.
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ReplyDeleteThis building was the original inspiration for my poem.