Empty window
Recalls
Days of voice,
Filled up halls.
Rocking chair
Holds the space
For creaky floors
Under pace.
Tattered curtains
Still long
For a hand
To belong.
The old house
Holds its breath.
When time spins
Back again,
They will come back.
Amen.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Anticipation
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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we tend to forget that homes are not just bricks and mortar, they miss ûs when we go and hate being left empty…
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And the abandoned spaces certainly resonate with any of us who wonder about the life that was lived within the walls that now stand only with the echoes. 🙂
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They want to be lived and loved in..
Lovely
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Thank you, yes, I believe they do. There is always a melancholy to abandoned houses, that goes beyond derelict stuff. xoxo Na’ama
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So true…
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