Decaying Wisdom
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Accompanying Poem, Below Image.👇
In a library grand, where wisdom once reigned,
The echoes of silence now mournfully wail,
Dusty tomes stand, their pages restrained,
As time's cruel touch leaves their essence frail.
Shelves once adorned with treasures untold,
Now crumble and fade in the shadow's embrace,
Forgotten whispers of stories once bold,
Lost to the ravages of time and space.
The guardians of knowledge, statues in stone,
Stand sentinel to a fading legacy,
Their watchful gaze, now weary and lone,
Witnessing the demise of intellectual majesty.
In the hushed corridors, echoes lament,
For the wisdom that once lit the way,
Now succumbs to neglect, its vitality spent,
As the library of all ages falls into decay.
Yet amidst the ruins, a flicker remains,
A spark of hope in the darkness profound,
For even as wisdom wanes and wanes,
New minds arise, with knowledge unbound.
So let us preserve what remains to be told,
And kindle anew the flame of insight,
For in the library's decay, a story unfolds,
Of resilience, renewal, and the quest for light.
~~Velvet Blue
😢
In a library grand, where wisdom once reigned,
The echoes of silence now mournfully wail,
Dusty tomes stand, their pages restrained,
As time's cruel touch leaves their essence frail.
Shelves once adorned with treasures untold,
Now crumble and fade in the shadow's embrace,
Forgotten whispers of stories once bold,
Lost to the ravages of time and space.
The guardians of knowledge, statues in stone,
Stand sentinel to a fading legacy,
Their watchful gaze, now weary and lone,
Witnessing the demise of intellectual majesty.
In the hushed corridors, echoes lament,
For the wisdom that once lit the way,
Now succumbs to neglect, its vitality spent,
As the library of all ages falls into decay.
Yet amidst the ruins, a flicker remains,
A spark of hope in the darkness profound,
For even as wisdom wanes and wanes,
New minds arise, with knowledge unbound.
So let us preserve what remains to be told,
And kindle anew the flame of insight,
For in the library's decay, a story unfolds,
Of resilience, renewal, and the quest for light.
~~Velvet Blue
😢