I'm a forgotten house
I am a forgotten house,
But my walls hold old laughter,
Every stone tells a dream,
Every window opens onto the light.
The sun caresses my broken roofs,
And in my silent corridors,
Flowers grow, gentle and brave,
Reminding that life continues,
That every forgotten thing can become memory,
And every speck of dust turns into stardust.
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