Hanging vegetables all so ripe
down the side of the house
A century lost within a millenia
A relic said the owner
up for sale now
The many big rooms and courtyards
we make our way through
Like an unknown day
a century lost in cleaning up the mess
A huge basket of ripe vegetables
Even in the shade they seem
keen to perish
before I even get the chance
to sustain myself on them
Growing in that narrow space
we try to push our way through
it's like one of those hard phases of life
Noone there to prevent the rot
A century lost in trying to harvest all of this
new property acquired
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