Fractions of a poem ''Beacuse they are dead'' by Julie Buck
Abandoned old houses, compellingly strong.
They whisper rich tales of whom once they belonged.
I am seduced by the stories, forever untold.
I am enthralled with such beauty, from something so old.
Abandoned old houses, compellingly strong.
They whisper rich tales of whom once they belonged.
I am seduced by the stories, forever untold.
I am enthralled with such beauty, from something so old.
The darkness inside them; the shadows, the black.
Broken structures, once new, now reduced to a shack.
