"In every dust-covered corner of silence, the heart finds echoes of what was once cherished."
Dusty corners cradle whispers of yesteryear's grace
Forgotten treasures rest in time's tender embrace
Worn furniture breathes the stories of sorrow and glee
Each box a vessel for moments that never ceased to be
Golden light dances on surfaces draped with despair
A single lamp flickers, igniting memories bare
Silence weaves through shadows with threads of the past
In the attic of longing, echoes of love are cast.
