poetry, texts

the abandoned castle

Old walls whispering forgotten legends.

Ancient stairs drawing you into the lives of those who have walked them before.

Every door, every window, every room – just a relic of a failed attempt to build something rememberable.

Once in a while a stranger comes by, sits down and listens to the voices of the forgotten and the lessons their lives will teach him at this place filled with memories – the abandoned castle.


© An Overthinker



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