In the corner my suitcase an empty chest
by Rvri
· 19/02/2026
Published 19/02/2026 16:31
In the corner, my suitcase, an empty chest,
worn fabric whispering secrets of dreams.
I find my passport, years in neglect,
it cradles the promise of faraway themes.
The spine of a guidebook, cracked with the dust,
each page a reminder of paths not yet trod.
Memories unfurl like petals of rust,
yet here I am grounded, a wanderer’s prod.