Sunbeams filter through the drawn shades
gently pushing dust mites into a frienzied dance.
A dark room, in ageless slumber, opens a hestitating eye.
Memories of childhood, joys of an innocent youth
tumble in
A dancing pattern of light and shadows mingle and rush apart
tantalizing, awakening memories of yesteryears
delightfull days, nuance filled nights, tears and giggles
fragments of a life well-lived.
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