In the Attic
Busy hands digging out
age-old memories deep buried
under the shroud of dust.
What was forsaken
is found again once more
as eyes well up with tears
and lips swerve by laughter.
Date: 11/06/2017
Note: For the contest (Photo-Story) by Eve Roper.
*Placed Second*
Copyright © Afzal Nusker | Year Posted 2017
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