What Remains
This once beautiful Abbey
stands lost, forgotten
Time no longer remembers
One lonely branch from the tree
reaches forward, touches the ancient stones
seeking remembered blessings
Forgotten souls lie in testament to footfall
that walked there long ago.
Unvisited headstones, their names faded
lost to the winds of time
Why do we not keep what is beautiful
built by those who went before us?
I would turn back time to see it
once more in its full glory
Coloured windows, sunlit,
throwing rainbows across the lawn
A sign, a promise long forgotten…
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