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Abandoned and deserted,
only the faint echoes of life
reverberate within these walls.
Whispers of children, vaguely
coherent, have in time, melded
into oneness of being upon these
floors so worn by tiny feet.
Window sashes
hold the memory of young love,
staring through the now broken glass,
infatuated with love itself.
The fireplace
stones are embedded with
years of family gatherings
huddled by the hearth, not only
for warmth, but the sharing of
generations that created
implicit unity. Complete, from
an infant swaddled in a hand hewn
cradle, to an elder, seated in a
crafted rocker nestled close to
the glowing embers and
crackling fire.
On
the outside
resides only decay and decline,
where children once frolicked. A
family picnic was held under the shade
trees, as they sipped lemonade,. on a
sultry, hot summer's day.
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No one lives there anymore,
there is no one,.....
and
all that remains,
.....are.....
~echoes of life.~
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