[Poetry] “Old Town Nostalgia”

Flowing through the path
of a forgotten ballad,
I landed at one of the old towns
of nostalgia, of dreamy past.
Each house, a block of memory
stood in ruins, trying to protect
existence of its past, its glory.
The pillars trembling,
like the trembling importance
of these moments, in my life.
Colours fading, roofs falling,
a pale departure.
And at the twilight of these ruins,
At the farthest horizon of it,
the creation of a city of hope.
Where I search for a home,
a peace to surrender myself to.