The Whispers of Abandoned Objects
A poem
A poem
Dust-coated and forgotten,
they lie in the shadows,
the discarded, the unwanted,
the relics of a life once lived.
An old music box, its tinkling melody
now silenced, yearns to be heard again.
A tarnished locket, its heart-shaped frame
aching to hold a cherished photograph.
Weathered toys, their painted smiles
faded, plead to be embraced by
small, eager hands once more.
Cracked picture frames, their glass
shattered, long to display
the captured moments of joy.
These are the whispers
of abandoned objects,
the unspoken stories
of lives left behind.
Each item, a vessel
of memories and emotions,
awaits the day
when it will be found,
dusted off, and
remembered once more.
For in the silence of the attic or junk-yard,
these forgotten treasures
still hold the power to
transport us, to heal us,
to remind us of
the beauty in the
imperfect, the discarded,
the once-loved.
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