"Look that bed covered in dust, someone slept there...
and those bricks covered in leaves, someone walked there...
shy sunbeams were shining on that stairway, childrens played there.
The abandoned mansion was telling so many stories, cats were there listening..
among spiderwebs, rough wooden misaligned boards by the floor, reminding keys of a piano.. playng music and singing words, made of memories..
Those memories never deleted... life."
The visitor was walking and respecting every single corner of that place.
Rusty door handles were announcing every new room, new spaces..screeching..
He was feeling like he lived there, in another time, in another dimension...
And those spaces... he ran away, scared...
This was just the beginning.. of a story that won't be told... but just whispered.
and those bricks covered in leaves, someone walked there...
shy sunbeams were shining on that stairway, childrens played there.
The abandoned mansion was telling so many stories, cats were there listening..
among spiderwebs, rough wooden misaligned boards by the floor, reminding keys of a piano.. playng music and singing words, made of memories..
Those memories never deleted... life."
The visitor was walking and respecting every single corner of that place.
Rusty door handles were announcing every new room, new spaces..screeching..
He was feeling like he lived there, in another time, in another dimension...
And those spaces... he ran away, scared...
This was just the beginning.. of a story that won't be told... but just whispered.
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