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DUSTY OLD BOX OF MEMORIES
DUSTY OLD BOX OF MEMORIES
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The attic is a time capsule when time stops and nostalgia lives. Inside, the very air hangs heavy, thick with a musty scent and the weight of upspoken stories. Amongst the jumbled collection of forgotten treasures, a dusty old box of memories remains untouched, draped in a shroud of white dust like winter’s first snowfall. Although reluctant to open the attic door and venture forth, I wonder if perhaps the box holds more value than I’m willing to admit.
memories like wisps of gray smoke
dance upon the wind's breath
fleeting moments caught
frozen frames of love and pain
moments lived, now lost in time
untold stories sleep
yet their essence remains
haunting whispers in my mind
a bittersweet refrain
Copyright ©
Sara Etgen-Baker
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