I see voices seeking faces
of people long time dead
voices now forgotten
lost words no longer said.
I see history of bygone days
ingrained in crumbled walls
lives that shaped the future
ghosts within it’s halls.
I see a stone enriched with eloquence
fated to be kissed
deeds now long departed
linger in the mist.
Forgotten days, forgotten lives
walls now overgrown
where people come from distant shores
to kiss The Blarney Stone.
Author notes
Picture Prompt :
Do_You_Seek_the_Castle__by_RedAnalysis
Kissing the Blarney stone is a very famous tradition.
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Comments
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This was really wonderful. I love how this had it's on story to tell and yet it was like it had its own inner strength type thing.
you did a wonderful job with this. Thank you very much for sharing. best of luck.
Angel
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i love it .....
nice rythm...smooth flow!!!
"great finalForgotten days, forgotten lives
walls now overgrown
where people come from distant shores
to kiss The Blarney Stone."
great ending
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