Wednesday, December 26, 2012


The breeze softly rustled the fallen leaves

as the gate swung soundlessly, granting me entry

The place was strangely alive yet empty.

Every step I took brought me closer

to the sounds whispering in my ear;

the laughter of children mingled with cries of agony

and a thousand tales gushed forth

from the recesses in the broken walls

Voices called out from behind the weathered screen

where once sat the women of the house

gazing surreptitiously at a harried world passing by

while time stayed still in their world.

The smoke from their hookah transformed into webs

that gently reminded me of stories long forgotten

yet preserved in the cobwebs of my mind.

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