The Old City, poetic thought by George -B

The Old City, poetic thought by George -B

The window is opened toward a city,
A city that’s built for millennia,
layers of generations,
as dust of time settled upon itself…
The city’s old,
and so are most of its buildings,
kept alive by people who care, by fires,
and wars and bullets,
by rain, snow and heat waves –
The city only grew stronger,
Surviving survival…
And yet something’s missing, lost to the ages
The laughter of children, the play of the squirrels
The thrills of the singing of birds…
The silent past conquered the noise
and reigns now, in absolute power…

A dove on the windowsill is mourning his lover.

 

English: Street in Jerusalem Old City

English: Street in Jerusalem Old City (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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