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A Silent Song
an inquisitive breeze
secrets a window ajar,
to an empty room
haunted by memories,
that linger in the dust,
spiraling their ghostly dance
through chandeliers relic,
where muted colors perform
in capture of sunbeams mirth,
splashed by faded crystal trinkets
that recall yesterday’s bravado,
resurrecting a forgotten room
to smile again life’s beauty.
How wonderful to be the
How wonderful to be the breeze that can see this secret room with so much hidden beauty. Sue.
Well, that was the breeze
Well, that was the breeze running through my ears, and I just followed and reported. I'm glad you liked this, and followed its travel.
Powerful imagery
I love the complex nostalgia.
darn, I was going for the
darn, I was going for the simple nostalgia :) but I'm glad you enjoyed this anyway. thanks for stopping by.
How loudly this silent song
How loudly this silent song sings! Yes. And there are rooms in our lives that may be forgotten but contain so much of us and much of what we still carry and breathe in our todays. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.
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Glad you enjoyed this, thanks
Glad you enjoyed this, thanks for the visit.