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Shadows of yesteryear
fall long upon the empty walls
Reminding me of all the lives lived.
If walls could talk
would they give up their secrets
as easily as a butterfly shedding it’s cacoon.
Suitcases
forbidden rendezvous
loves lost
passions found
Desperation
loneliness
death
What tales would they tell
Would they hold our secrets close
Like a friend never divulging our sins.
I love this. It is so original. I’ll be thinking about it for a while. 🙂
ah yes. the past it speaks to us, i wish sometimes the future was as loud!