Dilapidated barns pass by
interspersed amongst the corn and wild flowers.
With each mile a new memory crops up - bittersweet and blooming with a life of its own.
Time passes and the ache will fade just as the barns crumble under the weight of their own history.
And while the foundation was placed on rocky terrain, the way in which it shaped this land will never be the same.
The groundwork has been laid to build again - and memories of this previous sanctuary remain firmly rooted to grow anew.
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PoetryA collection of poetry across ages, moments, and confusion. Tw - read at own desire
