#713-Years ago
Once,
Someone lived there.
Creating memories.
Happy, sad or angry,
I don’t know.
All I see are crumbling,
Stained walls, and
Stories,
Sleeping inside.
Once,
Someone lived there.
Creating memories.
Happy, sad or angry,
I don’t know.
All I see are crumbling,
Stained walls, and
Stories,
Sleeping inside.