"Imagination flickers within the glow of longing, illuminating the spaces where innocence once thrived."
A dollhouse glimmers with secrets untold
Its windows like stories, in warmth they unfold
A sanctuary framed in nostalgia's embrace
Where shadows pirouette in a delicate space
Intricate whispers of wood intertwine and sway
In this gentle realm where the past likes to play
A soft light entices with echoes of glee
In the heart of the darkness, the child still can see.
