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Covered in dust In a corner in the cellar, Memori

Covered in dust

In a corner in the cellar,
Memories of my younger days,
Wrapped in silk cloth, my diary,
Covered in dust, long forgotten.

Fear to unwrap secrets of mine,
Ghosts of past hidden in its pages,
Longing to jump into my thoughts, 
Hidden there to dance in my dreams.

Covered in dust, some sweet ones,
Some scary, some bitter ones,
Let the forgotten ones remain rotten,
Umbra of past burnt in pyres.

The moment my field of play,
Dust covered past, or hazy future,
Erase that disturbs moments of pleasure.  #past #present #moments #diary #dust #memories
Covered in dust

In a corner in the cellar,
Memories of my younger days,
Wrapped in silk cloth, my diary,
Covered in dust, long forgotten.

Fear to unwrap secrets of mine,
Ghosts of past hidden in its pages,
Longing to jump into my thoughts, 
Hidden there to dance in my dreams.

Covered in dust, some sweet ones,
Some scary, some bitter ones,
Let the forgotten ones remain rotten,
Umbra of past burnt in pyres.

The moment my field of play,
Dust covered past, or hazy future,
Erase that disturbs moments of pleasure.  #past #present #moments #diary #dust #memories