Silence Please
They have become a silent story
A story written on stones and bricks
And each brick narrates a different story
Touch them, run your hand they will come alive
and speak to you of passion, betrayal, envy,
compassion, deceit, and death,
everything that they went through
Sometimes I feel they were built as ruins
and all the grandeur was added to them
only to fall off with time to reveal once again
the alluring perennial beauty.
They resembles woman whose true essence lies underneath
the layers and layers that covers her true self.
This silence has many stories to reveal ………Silence Please.
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