Marble people lay forgotten
Ivy creeping up their spines
What was once gleaming silver
Is now tarnished by time
Dust sits undisturbed
Atop yellow and worn pages
No music can be heard
Except the song of silence
Once bright colors
Of blue and green
Torn flags flutter in a whispering breeze
Now dulled from the light of the burning sun
They hang, still alone
Telling a tale of what was
And what they had become
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Erinn's Collection of Poetry
PoetryPoems that float around in my head that are lucky enough to be written down.
