Stone Walls Soulful Heart

a dark write I had a picture then the write came to me

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Old building standing bare
uniformed substances, sparkles of old granite.
Pertaining to a soul-less whispers abound
capturing fractures within glass now fragmented.

Our paths cross as compared to the wind
whispering through barren branch
lacking of freshness of bright green leaves
sullen statues of formed pain, just as a building of stone.

This dress, un-neat, crumpled lack of luster.
Smell of old moth balls that may have once kept;
winged insects away that intened to feed upon its hem
drifts about restless with flows of wind, blowing west.

Lavender, I smell it where does it come from?
May have at some time bathed my cinnamon hair in its petals.
Tides of my mind seem vacant , where am I? I am here....
Clouds forming to cover the lemon drop sun in the sky.

Stone pillar holds me up for brief moments.
Is that the world I feel spinning beneath my feet?
Making head spin and knee's grow week.
Cold stone beneath my feet wont make for soft landings.

Granules of dust, but specks such as I.
Awakened to a world which has since passed me by.
Lingering for brief moments, escape comes not,
stone walls, soulful heart I am a mere ghost.