I Love Abandoned Places
The Ghost Town... This poem was inspired to me by a visit to a deserted mining town in South Australia.
The Ghost Town
Will you remember the place where the wind and the birds whisper in the trees.
Will you walk through empty streets and listen to a silence filled with echos of voices and laughter.
Will you steal a glance in the windows of empty shells,
where shadows of joy,sorrow and happiness still remain.
Will you walk through open gates gently welcoming,
by dried up gardens where young and tenders trees no longer grow.
Your heart aching softly ,
as the cries of a bird fade into eternity.
The Ghost Town
Will you remember the place where the wind and the birds whisper in the trees.
Will you walk through empty streets and listen to a silence filled with echos of voices and laughter.
Will you steal a glance in the windows of empty shells,
where shadows of joy,sorrow and happiness still remain.
Will you walk through open gates gently welcoming,
by dried up gardens where young and tenders trees no longer grow.
Your heart aching softly ,
as the cries of a bird fade into eternity.
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