Abandoned on an aging farm,
I looked at it in silence,
A broken sort of would-be shack
That time had done some violence
And yet, I found it beautiful:
To feel a presence near
Of someone who I’ll never know
Who left his traces
Here
Abandoned on an aging farm,
I looked at it in silence,
A broken sort of would-be shack
That time had done some violence
And yet, I found it beautiful:
To feel a presence near
Of someone who I’ll never know
Who left his traces
Here