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Pz-avatarby Adi Yehoshua10 Jan 2020

The pathway is still dusty and wrinkled,
as I walk pass the captivating, red roses,
I feel your enormous presence,
seeking, to be heard.

The shivering wind, is pure and cold,
elegantly, washing away,
the scent of security,
and fulfilling nature.

The silence is so loud,
cunningly shouting, your great name,
between these thick walls,
with old pictures and empty corners.

The kitchen still has the smell,
of appetizing food,
slowly eroding,
to become forgotten.