Pillars of rusty marble
Windows with cracked wooden frames
A staircase that’s been walked on for a hundred years
A statue embodying our golden history
A wall whispering the words of our silent past
And a garden like that of the King’s castle.
In the midst of it all a beautiful lady,
Young, heavenly and eccentric
Every smile kindling a scintillation of her surroundings
Every soft step resuscitating the forgotten
Every breath giving meaning to what’s been lost
In a transcending world we live in today
Try not to oversee the stories in our antiquities
Because sometimes the deepest secrets
Are found by looking beyond the exterior
Some kind of Beautiful 