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.