[SIZE=x-large]The windows… her lonely glassy eyes
The rain are her tears, running down her face
Wind beats at her sides, and torments her aged walls
Tearing away at her face, and her spirit, one board at a time…
Reparations come too late as she falls in disrepair…
And nothing is left but bones
A sad, crying skeleton
a brief moment in time.....and some poetry from Patty...[/size]