Out there somewhere
beyond that door
the world does
but in here
between the rooms
and their photographs
and the memories
that playfully dance
in front of
the orange flames
I see shadows
of times once
fade to ash
Out there somewhere
beyond that door
the world does
but in here
between the rooms
and their photographs
and the memories
that playfully dance
in front of
the orange flames
I see shadows
of times once
fade to ash