Entropy has no prejudice


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One Saturday afternoon I was out for a drive and I noticed this abandoned old house. I felt compelled to pull into the driveway. I got out of the car to photograph the uniqueness of the  silhouetted old house againest the lovely landscape.
I noticed among the ruins a cheerful wild bush of scarlet flowers.
A melancholy of beauty consumed me.
My heart smiled as I observed their loveliness.
The flowers smiled back at me with a shyness, for they hadn’t been adored by a human in over a decade.
Suddenly I felt a profound love pouring from the structure.  A drop of water fell from the roof and hit my shoulder; I realized it was a tear. The house was weeping.  I looked up and the house looked into my soul.
There was a moment of silence, then the house said,
“I used to be as lovely as the scarlet flowers.”
I felt as though I was frozen in a moment of time, when the broken house thought his eyes would never meet mine.
Our eyes met we knew all to well
Entropy has no prejudice just ageing collide, yet he knew at that moment
I loved him inside,  and even more for his stories untold.

Once again, love wins.

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[By Dawna Bowles (C) 2014]