The Lost Master Piece
A beloved building turn to ashes.
Priceless artwork swallowed by fire.
Watching the fire move from room to room.
Feeling My heart drop like stone in the ocean.
The smell of smoke travels up the street.
People moved from their houses.
Standing in the street watching the once great
Glasgow school of art burn.
Now all that remains is a burn empty shell.
Everything lost nothing saved hoping it can be fixed.
Not holding my breath.
A master piece gone in seconds never to be rebuilt.
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