THE LONELINESS' BREEZE

I closed and sealed

The entrance to my palace;

The palace of dreams

With a padlock'

Though it is old and rusted.

Once here was so much houri

To dance.

Once here was so many musicians

To sing

Once here was so many magicians

To perform

But somehow and from somewhere

The volcano of solitude

Came and swallow my beautiful palace

Now the lonely carpet inside

Waits and waits eagerly

For a foot print of someone

Now the windows wait eagerly

To get a tender and soft breeze

Now the wall waits and waits

The echoes of a melody

Now the door here

Laugh and laugh

With a pale face, though

He knows and knows

It is a dead place.

                       Photo creditMy friend Iulia Gherghei,a reputed Romanian poet

thank you ilua for suggesting me a good title and reading this at first