Stationed in hallways through the years, abandoned in
the cobwebs dusty with age, spiders long since gone,
nothing stirring, not even the dust.
An ageless breeze always flowing through the cracks
in the walls and ceilings, looking above, dreaming of
this other world when once it was young like us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sad to see majestic buildings standing as tombstones of a generation long gone, the ageless breeze is that song with no words, wonderful poem with cobwebs being keepers of the gate