The empty house
The soul has
disappeared
Leaving only the
footprints
And the echoes of a
time
The curtains
hanging low
As if its life gone
too
Faded by the sun
rays
Leaving its
memories
The space empty now
Gathering dust of
times
The cobwebs mark
its own
The water marks on its
walls
The gate still
holds
The rain and sun do
the work
Faded but still
serviceable
The echo of the
wind blowing
The voices and
laughter
The whisper in the
house
Empty of occupants
They had gone
The empty house
It stands as it is
Waiting for another
To ring up the
sound
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