Spaces
Sunlight illuminates an empty room,
peopleless and quiet.
Beams of gold creep,
silently over here -
happy times put to rest,
heavy books bound to dust.
The door creaks open,
to a corridor of echoes,
where memories stir,
hauntingly relentlessly,
like ghosts of yesterdays.
Shadows dart into the books,
the playing cards and worn out couch.
It will be peopled again,
where new experiences are put to rest,
and by night the shadows return,
specters of yesterdays.
Vivian Sky Lee
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