Scattered in the pavement
Where grasses grow
In wild encroachment.
The deserted path
Abandoned and forgotten
The bricks are struggling
Trying to be seen again.
The etched footsteps
Bear no more traces
The once lively path
Becomes a wilderness.
Silence is deafening
Except for breeze's whispers
The echoes of laughter
Become yesterdays treasures.
Time stands still
In this lovely place
Once treasured and loved
Now struggling for solace.
Where could they be
The visitors who cherished
This sanctuary seems lost
From their memories, perished.
Perhaps another discovery
Would rejuvenate once more
This wonderful paradise
A perfect memories galore.
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