Scattered are the things, <br /> <br />Of its past inhabitants, <br /> <br />Clubbed with webs and powdered, <br /> <br />With the passing winds and sands. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Mysterious are its gait, <br /> <br />Mysterious its twilight noise, <br /> <br />Walking steps of an old lady, <br /> <br />Is the sound that passed by. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Leaving with the murmuring voice, <br /> <br />Of the winds says, <br /> <br />Come visit me, <br /> <br />I still exist in the unknown world of beings!<br /><br />Winnie Angel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-old-house/
