LionHeart

Empty halls echo,

footsteps resonate, resound,

leaving echos, more.

 

Observe; the vestige.

The recollection, remnants,

memories fleeting.

 

Recall; what remains.

Faint residues, reminders,

legacies of time.

 

Silhouettes fallow,

Impresent shadows calling

the echo of pasts.

 

Such lone solitude,

desolation, work of flame;

walls crumbled to dust.

 

Their memory pure;

the remembrance, oh valiance;

lionhearted youth.

 

Never be forgot;

heroes in and of our minds

dear ones to hold close,

Ever more.

This poem is about: 
My community

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