Rubish

It's an old building
The walls speak
Shower them in sea salt
Let the bad go away
It was shaken too rough
It must not be petted
It must simply be loved
Like an old gentleman
Rubish
No more words
It's simple like hurricanes
the thunder inside
Is beautified by lightning outside
The real historic wood floors
How the smell is lost
Daylight is escaping
the bad solace