A hollow outline where you used to be Stands guard in the present As a window to the past Of what you may have looked like When your gray walls still bore chisel marks Instead of broken stone and green moss Where children played crusader Along your walls sheltering And farmers and midwives and nobles Filled your breast with life When the world was younger Here in this moment Your silence is deafening The voices that sang your stories Long passed and lost In their place an etching frozen Of what you might have looked like Empty without the stories Of those that gave you life
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Very atmospheric! Wonderful.
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