The old estate
The estate was dilapidated when I arrived.
Parts of it had flooded. Three statues stood guard... Their feet in the water.
But no one came anymore; I was a solitary walker.
And I looked at the faded glory, which nevertheless holds the memory of a late glimmer.
Even the stones in the water speak of it. Slowly muttering about what once was...
Here I saw a hidden garden full of forgotten histories that welled up inside me, and I thought:
Those forgotten histories, that applies to me too...
