Vacant possession
Awaiting experience
To bring it to life
Memories linger
A child’s remembered laughter
And echoing ghosts
A place for lovers
Eyes closed in a final kiss
Recalling the first
An empty canvas
Worn by life and scarred with age
Wears its history
Unfinished stories
Eternally unfolding
In an empty room
For Sacha’s 52 word challenge
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Looks pretty non-empty: I consider tatters shown on the walls to be features.
What is “emptiness,” anyway?
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Emptiness is a matter of perspective… a blank canvas holds every possibility 🙂
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I love the lyrics 🙂 Thanks, Willow 🙂
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Beautiful aren’t they💜
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They are indeed. I’m glad you shared this 🙂
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💖💝
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More than up to the challenge, I’d say, Sue!
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Not the way I’m feeling right now…I’m running on empty and pills 😉
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Oh dear, not another cold!
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No, still getting over pneumonia 😉
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Beautiful, Sue. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Many different perspectives Sue, beautifully expressed 🙂
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All the best jewels have their facets 😉
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Yes, so true 🙂
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