Chambers

Chambers

The chambers of my attic
toys are stored and books
too complicated to remember
scattered by winds of change.

There chambers for hiding
faded roses of my life
in boxes sealed with dust
Pandora will never see them.

And in a dead quiet place
cherished memories wait
I spend my time sifting
for memories of you. Chambers

The chambers of my attic
toys are stored and books
too complicated to remember
scattered by winds of change.

There chambers for hiding
faded photographs
in boxes sealed with dust
Pandora will never see them.

And in a dead quiet place
cherished memories wait
I spend my time there sifting
for memories of you.

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