The dust motes dance in sunbeams slow,
On forgotten waltzes, long ago.
A cracked piano, keys all worn,
Whispers melodies, faintly born.
A faded photograph, a yellowed face,
A waltz forgotten, time and space.
A memory lingers, bittersweet,
Of swirling gowns, and hearts that beat.
The music fades, the dust descends,
On stories whispered, that time transcends.
A forgotten waltz, a lonely tune,
Lost in the silence, beneath the moon.
A crow of metal, with gears that spin,
Perched on a rooftop, where shadows thin.
He watches the city, a cold, steel eye,
As time unwinds, and the seconds fly.
His feathers are polished, a metallic sheen,
His voice a click, a metallic keen.
He sees the world, in black and white,
A clockwork creature, in the fading light.
No love or laughter, no songs to sing,
Just gears and cogs, and the things they bring.
A lonely sentinel, on a world's cold edge,
The clockwork crow, a silent pledge.
In a dusty attic, where shadows play,
A library whispers, in a forgotten way.
Books with cracked spines, and yellowed pages,
Hold secrets untold, from bygone ages.
Words that have faded, and voices long gone,
Whispering stories, until the day's dawn.
Lost in the silence, a forgotten lore,
A library of words, that we seek no more.
The ink has bled, the paper is worn,
But the echoes linger, of stories reborn.
A library whispers, in the attic's dim light,
Of forgotten words, and the stories they write.
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