There is a certain beauty in ruins,
In abandoned ships, rusted to its core
floating gracefully on still water.
In empty ferris wheels
stealthily revolving encore,
determined to defy newton's laws.
In silent mansions with marbled floors
inhabited by the screaming ghosts
of the past, of moments that didn't last.
In broken vinyls stuck in a loop,
echoing the same distorted tune
claw marks all around the dead record,
now it begs for mercy.
In sunsets, In cloudy days
In thunders, In storms
In heartbreaks, In betrayals
In soaked pillows, In loneliness
There is a certain beauty in ruins,
at least for an artist.

© Rr