#394-Yet
29/08/2018
Colorless,
Worn, but
Standing tall.
Old,
Yet still beckoning life.
Words,
Waiting to be uttered.
Dusty corners,
Cleaned.
Stories,
Painted.
So when silent voices call,
It’s time to listen, hear, seek.
That elusive feeling,
Which relentlessly whispers,
Believes,
And knows not why.
