Forgotten Corners
by Maya
· 18/12/2025
Published 18/12/2025 14:37
Dust motes swirl in the slanting light’s glow,
ancient treasures hide where the lost memories go.
a trunk full of secrets, cobwebs as shrouds,
whispers of laughter, now buried beneath clouds.
Faded photos, their edges curling and torn,
like pieces of self, from which I am worn.
In this attic of time, I find pieces of me,
hidden stories revealed, finally set free.