Stained Memories Poem by Alaude Solus

Stained Memories



Up in the attic,
Lies memories
Long forgotten
Through the times.

Picture perfect days
That passed by
In seconds with
The rings of chimes.

The driven past
Wishing day and night
To be remembered
With each scent of thyme.

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