The Mysterious Path
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When you pack a life, you pack a soul.
A tapestry of memories, tales untold.
Each cherished moment, tenderly whole,
To be packed away, a bittersweet bold.
When facing mental and literal grime.
To pack for an unknown trip on time.
A dance with nostalgia, a delicate art,
To gather the fragments, piece by part.
There is a profound stillness in the room.
As blaze pictures and messages to consume.
Stale, antique odors of books and art.
Floats across the air as the mind starts
Each item holds a story, a chapter in time,
To be stated, akin to a tiny wrap, is sublime.
Tokens of happiness and signs of pain,
The tangible remnants of a life's refrain.
The clock ticks softly, as memories unbend.
Through the hands that touch, stories trend.
Each object holds a piece of one's soul,
A window into a life, a world once whole.
The packing continues, a dance of reflection,
As the past and present merge in introspection.
Each item is carefully wrapped, with love and care,
Preserving the essence of a life's wear and tear.
After the last item, a closure grips the room.
A silent trip ended, and a fresh era beckons to bloom.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2023
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