A ray of gold
Streams through the dark
Stirring the dust
and and ancient mem'ries
Now trapped within
faded pictures
And dusty dreams
Still.
The dreams linger on
Never forgotten
Of long-ago laughter
Fame, fortune, and fear.
odd, foreign spices,
The softest of silks
All abide here
In the spotlight
of once-has-been
I love the pictures this puts in my mind, and the five-senses memories of sounds, smells and the touch of soft silk. Thank you.
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