Echoes of White
by plainspokenrefuse
· 26/02/2026
Published 26/02/2026 08:55
In a box marked with time, I lift the lid,
a dress that once danced, now frayed and hid.
Once white as the moon, now yellowed with years,
it carries the weight of long-forgotten fears.
A photograph tucked away, love dressed in lace,
a frozen reminder of a shimmering face.
The past lingers heavy, a ghost in the light,
echoes of joy wrapped in shadows of night.