Keep Silence Please

They have become a silent story, A story written on stones and bricks, While each brick narrates a different story As you touch them, run your hand, They will come alive and speak to you Of passion, betrayal, envy, compassion, deceit, and death. Sometimes I feel they are built as ruins, and all the grandeur was added to them later. Only time has the power reveal once again, The alluring perennial beauty. Don't they resembles a woman whose true essence lies underneath the layers Creating smoke screen to cover her true self. Whatever, silence has many stories to reveal Keep silence please.