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Colors taken from my eyes, black and white before me; memories sway under clouded skies, how I long for this to restore me. Amazed by how it still stands there, tall, though bowed in the middle, such grace; I’m pretty sure eventually, I’ll fall, while this house still stands in its place. Structured to last throughout the storms, its life perseveres, timeless; my only hope is to me, it warms, so I may cling to its fortitude, with kindness.
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To follow the path of the once, so grand, the home where I grew, I return to; I no longer own this land, although, truly, I desperately yearn to. Instead, I walk the grounds at night, afraid of the light of day; tis why my world is in black and white, and how it will forever stay. Now only spirit, no mortal being, I wander throughout this home, knowing there is no one seeing, I am free to be me…and roam.
Photo via Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt – Monochrome
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Remembering what was once is always so beautifully sad…
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I agree. And hope I never experience it. I don’t want to be caught in limbo.
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Wonderfully told, Dorinda, though melancholy.
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Thank you, Diana. Expressing my mood 😦
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Such a very sad poem,full of yearning that can never be fulfilled.
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Yes, sadly, it cannot. Thanks, Sue ❤
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