Echoes of a Room

Dust motes dance lightly in the fading light,

as I step into shadows where dreams took flight.

The wallpaper peeling, like stories untold,

cracks running deeper than I’d ever behold.

A dust-covered toy on a shelf stands still,

a relic of laughter, untouched by the thrill.

Memories tangle in the musty, old air,

reminders of dreams that were vivid and rare.