Dilapidated wooden frame

Musty smell from the pores

Bygone eras nestled deep somewhere

Absorbing neglect and darkness

Blurry and crooked vision

Brokenness branches out

Decaying time etches cranky rifts

Memories of those hands

Discussions and sighs

Maybe few fallen tears

Window to another world

Vagabond nature wins

As eerie feelings permeate

New senses are intrigued

A perspective will be forgotten

Before time erases

The overlapping natural and surreal



8 thoughts on “Frame

    1. Thank you so much, Radhika. There are these unusual places, taken over by time and forgotten. Many anecdotes here are eagerly waiting to be heard. They may have lost relevance, but always relevant to those souls who have been here.

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