House of Memories


The photograph of the old palace
faded and smoke stained,
poignant memories conjured up
eyes gaze upon the palace.

Windows of the palace
dark holes of limitless space,
hollow eyes, looking out
at passer’s bye.

Something overwhelming
haunting about the palace,
with its arched windows
and colourful glasses.

Isolated spots in the yard
bare, naked and untouched,
edged by thick green grass
flourished with dandelions.

Memories of the palace
a feeling of eyes watching,
an inner voice strips my soul
as I gaze upon the photograph.

(Image) Ghost Palace: Arbebuk (Deviantart)


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