Ruins

They have become a silent story A story written on stones and walls Touch them, run your hand they will come alive Will speak to you of passion, betrayal, envy, Compassion, deceit, and death, everything... Though they are part of ruins now Yet they lived in grandeur in the past. Time is mightier than everything else The alluring perennial beauty disappeared. The truth is apparent and lies underneath. You need a heart to hear this silence And this silence has many stories to reveal Hence silence please.