I walked my attic, Many feathers flew, A box when I shook A treasure I discovered. With days and months, That grew into years. A yarn so thick, Woven into memories. As each image counts, My mind recalls it all. The faded ones shine, The slept ones arrive. Once lost in the dark, Now time tends to rewind.
I walked my attic, Many feathers flew, A box when I shook A treasure I discovered. With days and months, That grew into years. A yarn so thick, Woven into memories. As each image counts, My mind recalls it all. The faded ones shine, The slept ones arrive. Once lost in the dark, Now time tends to rewind.