Hallowed Halls

by | Jun 28, 2020

Hallowed halls echo in the mind, bringing back our memories that are kind.
Childhood and older memories once here are no more.
Laughter, playing in the rooms, growing up I look at the floor.
Items, furniture gone an empty house remains.
Our footsteps echol as we walks these halls never to set foot in them again

A door closes a new chapter…
Things changed but not forgotten.
These hollowed halls have their stories to tell.


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