A crowded room,
an empty cup,
silence and its names.
A broken nail,
a forgotten lock,
blood and its traces.
A handful of sand,
a glint of sun,
fire and its embers.
A garland of flowers,
an album of uncles,
memory and its voices.
A string of silk,
a patch of sky,
rain and its scents.
A fallen leaf,
an open window,
time and its places.
Love the style and the flow...we all are looking at confused tapestries of our own...
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