Days Bygone
Sediments are yet to be cleared
From the window sill of the days bygone
Handprints of an owner's ignorance
Remains carved on the glass alone.
Fossils of a lively refuge
Still masked by dust veils
Home, where once honey grew
Now marks the tombstone of loves's grave.
Novelty springs under
The eternal fountain of life
The creatures of days bygone
Stop to greet the future hive.
Copyright © Cloud Fever | Year Posted 2025
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