If l close my eyes and wander,
Deep, deep down.
I find my memory vaults,
Like books all around.
I can walk around my vaults,
To see many things.
I have pictures of Mum, of Dad
And their wedding rings.
I have words and pictures,
Yes, that and more,
But nobody else can see
What lies behind that door.
YOU ARE READING
Pulvis et Umbra
Poesiewe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
