Ruins and Hope

Ruins and Hope The streets are bare, cold and wideIn every corner, on every side.Not a soul is seen anywhereAll looks like but a nightmare. Ruins of castles huge and highIvy-grown walls tall and nighCast-down rubble of mortar and clayWhich were once, but did not stay. Not a bird sings in the shrivelled treesNot aContinueContinue reading “Ruins and Hope”