Empty places have their dream,
Long abandoned and forsaken.
I can hear silent scream
Of their spirits, lost and shaken.
And it flows through my soul
Boosting my imagination.
Liberation is my role,
Spirits here crave salvation.
And illusion of the past
Graces light so long forgotten.
Apparition cannot last,
But my soul is feeling sodden.
Music brings abandoned dream
Back to life without care,
I am watching places scream,
Shadows flow through the air.
World transforms with pure sound,
Life comes back and wounds are healing.
I just stand here spellbound,
Seeing always seems believing.
Spirits are freed, relieved of pain,
Shared sorrow passes faster.
We abandon, they remain,
Afterlife is left to master.
Empty places have their dreams -
Be of use and play their role,
Hear music, laughter, screams...
Empty places have a soul.
January 2024
Empty places have their dream
© Copyright: Джул Феникс, 2025
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