Timeworn (Poetry)

Tinted by the age of time

Still standing proudly

One side crashing towards the ground

The lingering smells of tarnished elements

That not even time could not erased

Protected by the shrugs standing guard

 

Timeworn lights fixtures hangs exalted

A stunning desirable scene

Even as the wind scrapes loudly on the roof

The small hut on top utters

Sounds of mumbles

Causing curious gazes

 

As if the gazes could catch the sound

The small hut seems smart

As it times the noises carefully

 

The rusty hedges around the building

Mimicking the pattern of crossing paths

With the directions pre-written

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