"The soul of old walls" ๐๐ชโ๐ป
Among the tall old poplars
Linden sycamore beech trees and wild shrubs
Wild grass growing path frolicsome
Where the old castle cries its ruin
The walls stripped of plaster are emptied with emptiness
Like a beggar who once enjoyed life
And looking at the tears, they do not want to fly anymore
As if he was shouting a shame on what sin
There are breaches around the castle
A souvenir protrudes from the past splendor
And the imagination of a conscious passer-by
In the moonlight he will see crowds of guests
How many sighs came out of the wind
What moves today innocently with leaves
As if this garden has become souls of theater
And the soul was the castle's wind
She comes at night when her heart bleeds
Because he is ashamed of ruin on the day of the white
Wherever you are, something has played here
People and history how the castles will pass away
Good poetry! So sad seeing the castle's ruin each day... In the meantime, it looks amazing over there! Great shot! ;)
Yes, totally agree with you :-) I am delighted that you enjoy my words. Have a wonderful day my Steemit sister.
Have a pleasant day, my dear sis! ;)
Very very nice poem it is.
I like it so much.
Thanks for shear it.
Happy Steeming.
Thank you so much :-) Greetings my dear
Excellent post, touching ..
Thank you ๐
Have a good weekend!
Thank you my friend. Wish you the same ๐
Pretty nice and amazing poem to read too good thanks for sharing that interesting work of yours :)
Thank you so much ๐
like the poem..like the presentation. like the mood.
I am deeply kind of your nice comment ๐
The nice post ! i like this post !
Thank you so much ๐
Beautiful poem, no one shouldn't spoil the days of some one but make it happy to some one.
I am so appreciate it of your wonderful words ๐
Lovely poem @margaretwise and beautiful photography. ๐
Thank you my dear friend โบ๏ธ
Wow .
Upvote and resteemed it . Thanks
Thank you so much :-)