THE fountain
gives the sense of spring
on this abandoned place
the ruins
somehow, despite the
emptiness
provides a home
for
completeness
as you begin
to fill in what is missing
inside
your mind
this is greatness
remaining
despite the
horror of time passing by
as i touch the pillars
i feel a world
beyond us
as i walk the stone floors
i know that there is still
stability
to what we were once
after
we are finally gone
i sip brewed coffee
on one of those antique tables
as Mozart sonata plays
actually it rained when we
arrived here
and it did not stop
and that explains why
the pictures were
blurred
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