Ghosts of histories Diomen

Faded photo on the mantel
Tells a story old and gentle
Once was bright now sentimental
Time turns love into a rental.

Dust settles where laughter stayed
Faces in the past parade
Grains of sand memories fade
Heartstrings in shadows played.

Faded memorie
Ghosts of histories
Soft and worn they please
Whispers in the breeze.

Yellowed frames and cracked glass
Echoes from a distant past
Treasures from a life amassed
Moments we wish would last.

Eyes once bright now so dim
Fondly think of times with him
Life can be a fragile hymn
Melodies that softly brim.

Faded memories
Ghosts of histories
Soft and worn they please
Whispers in the breeze.


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