The barren house
Broken
Beautiful
The old man walked In the Debris
The record player
Broken
Beautiful
“I remember” he whispered
Memories swirled like illustrious pearls
Bathed in flames
The house creaked
Broken
yet Beautiful
as the wind howled like demonic wolves to the moon
The old man whispered “I remember”
Engulfed in flames
He was Broken
His memories were Beautiful