Hi there! Here’s a little poem about finding things that I wrote this evening and hope you enjoy.
Sifting through the memories
Of another life I found
In the back room of a vintage shop
Past a plaid and lacy cloud,
Through dusty antique mirrors,
And cobwebs hanging low,
I discovered myself in a music box
In a melody I know, and I
Wear the scent of perfume
Of a brilliant summers day, and I
Bathed my feet in rivers, and
Dried them off in hay,
And I danced through all the cobbled streets
Until I lost my way
To an old antique-style vintage shop
From which to start again.
