Am i old?
No, i am ancient,
like granite rubbles of abandoned city,
where silence is profound,
where spirit of bygone days
floats around,
between the time-worn pillars, embraced in moss,
you can feel the touches,
can sense the warmth,
that still so cozy and real,
where life was abundant,
filled with memories to the brim,
but now so still.
It has lost the vibrancy and allure,
the jubilance of spontaneous thoughts.
but found the wisdom of sadness,
the peculiar meaning of God.