Old Jars On Windowsill
Old jars on the windowsill,
collect the dust from arid days
when the sun beats down on them,
making labels fade away like
memories of long ago when hearts
were younger and the logos were
brighter and easier to read.
Copyright © Sonia Walker | Year Posted 2020
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