I love those places where signal strength is low,
Where phones don't work and you are truly alone.
I love those (places) the most where the arches speak,
Domes speak of stories long forgotten in History.
In them, I see His stories, the past that I seek.
Once Upon A Time, I had this feeling.
I chanced upon the perfect place
Dreams came true there, so strongly I felt!
The water of an unnamed Lake met the gentle breeze.
The white stoned Domes, standing in silence,
For a few centuries.
A silence full of noises, of a past that haunts.
There was also a lamp flickering, fighting the wind.
A plaque, attributed to a Braveheart and his kin.
There I was, sitting on the marble, staring at Him;
What remains of Him perhaps, a name, fame, ashes and memories
Immortal deeds, innumerable stories, waiting to be told.
The silence there spoke, more than anyone else ever did.
They say people are granted a new life,
With every life-altering moment.
Do you know,
They sometimes meet themselves as well,
In these rare moments?
Disconnecting myself from the world around me,
This was my Renaissance.
Suranya
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