At night, walking hand in hand along the calm lanes that pass by old buildings.
The old houses that have become engulfed in a sorrowful black shadow as a result of the departure of their previous residents.
The deep night's lament of the departed spirits that envelops the aged building,
every time we pass by and hear a muffled cry, it strikes a chord in our hearts.
Feeling the old days as evidenced by the black marks on their antique walls.
Feeling the old days that appear to be resurfacing via the eerie sorrowful hues on these crumbling walls.
The crumbling walls, which had grown deteriorated as a result of the howling winds and the solitude winter tears.
Through their shattered windows, a few empty, bleak, depressing rooms may be seen.
The shattered broken windows that appear to give a macabre passage through the depths of these houses' aged tragedy.
Feeling an aura of ancient apparitions staring at us in a terribly frightening manner.
Their frightening aged eyes are trying to warn us that the bloom on our faces and hearts,
will end up like the abandoned rooms of these ancient structures.
Their creepy ancient eyes are attempting to remind us that if we continue to tightly clasp each other's hands,
our sacred love would be able to shine through the black stains of time that have accumulated on the weathered walls of these ancient structures,
regardless of the passage of time.
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Those old buildings could tell such amazing tales, I think it is wonderful to sit quietly in those buildings and let my mind wander.
Andy
That's so right Andy, these old building can reveal a lot of hidden messages about this mysterious life, and the relationship between time and human beings.
Although the majority of these messages can not be easily interpreted or understood by the mere observation or even reflection.
Actually, these messages need a lot of guidance from everyone's inner spiritual introspective, as you have already alluded before in your wonderful comment.
Good write Samer.
Thanks a lot, I wish you are doing great and enjoying your time.
You poem the secret of old buildings so well in this perceptive description of what we can feel when we look and listen - thank you Samer for sharing their aged and wise occupants and the value of time's hidden messages.
Thank you too Fay for your insightful remark and your deep understanding.
I fact, since my early youth, I used to get a penetrative spiritual message whenever I entered an old building and started to communicate with its inhabitants.
These message was mainly about the theme of the elapse of time and its profound effects on humans.
No matter how hard human beings try to defy its inevitable impact on their entities , all their endeavors always go in vain, and the ever-victorious time usually leaves them in ruin, or make them suffer a crushing defeat.
Nevertheless, the genuine mutual love between partners, is still able to keep radiating over the dark marks, which were caused by the elapse of time, over any lifelong relationship, or any out-of-date building.
what a harrowing picture and words you've shared,
our neglect of those vulnerable elderly within society is so unbearably shameful...
an important message! worthy of being re-posted every week, if only to make a pitiful dent in our collective ignorance of such a defining characterisation within our society's: ever declining levels of moral aptitude...
It is one of the most appalling facts of this ruthless world. The more a person becomes vulnerable, the more he suffers a severe neglect and marginalization.
As if, it was his fault that he has lived that long, and the most hideous thing about this horrific situation, is that he becomes neglected by ''his own close family'' and ''his children'' in the first place.
It is just a terrible world to say the least! Can you believe that?
A person who has spent all his life to care about his children and his family, turns out to be an easy victim for the furious depression and all other sorts of mental and physiological disorders.
So very true, but do remember our Sisters as in your chosen picture, there is usually a lot of 'She' that went into the making of that 'He' - we too easily assume, as being 'the' standard bearer for all Person's in this world, let us work towards empathy's 'We': if merely by choosing our words wisely, even in our small corner within existence, my insightful brother
That's right my brother, the pronoun '' We'' is extremely important in any discourse pertaining to any kind of social issue, or even during talking about humans' struggle in general.
Because it can emphasize our absolute ''equality'', and our ''unity'' in the face of hardships and adversities.
Thank you so much for emphasizing the importance of the usage of the pronoun ''We'', since all of us are in the same boat which is getting bombarded by the same rough waves of troubles from every directions.
Well done Samer! Achient muses reside in them.
Thank you Jerry!
These ancient muses usually provoke many mysterious feelings into my soul, and many elusive thoughts in my mind, whenever I walk near these ancient places.
And If I was walking with a friend or anyone in these places and started to ask them : ''Why do I feel like this?'', their typical answer is usually the same: '' We do not care about what you think or what you feel''.
That is why I decided to arrange my feelings into a kind of poetic style, and vent them out.
But thank God the Almighty! At last, I got the perfect answer from you Jerry, when you said '' Ancient muses reside in them''
Thank you again Jerry, it is a very convincing explanation for my old mysterious spiritual feelings.
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