Wings flutter and gently stir softly moving the dusty air filtered light in the shadows shows layers of dust hiding here musty smells and moldy memories tucked away from the everyday
My hand gently trembling reaches in the darkness to touch the soft teddies and tiny little blankets that lie piled there hiding from the world
Moths balls tumble across the floor reminiscent of children's marbles and little girl games like girlish giggles and sticky baby kisses little dolls all dressed in frills
Her walking mommy's high heels and wearing my perfume her little girl graces at teatime and sly little pouts and tears her bright eyes and cheery smile
Dreams held close to my heart put away in here this dusty dark attic where I seldom go to dream of my little lost one that was never to be
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It's very beautiful mum. And very true.
Wings flutter and gently stir
softly moving the dusty air
filtered light in the shadows
shows layers of dust hiding here
musty smells and moldy memories
tucked away from the everyday
My hand gently trembling
reaches in the darkness
to touch the soft teddies
and tiny little blankets
that lie piled there
hiding from the world
Moths balls tumble across the floor
reminiscent of children's marbles
and little girl games
like girlish giggles
and sticky baby kisses
little dolls all dressed in frills
Her walking mommy's high heels
and wearing my perfume
her little girl graces at teatime
and sly little pouts and tears
her bright eyes and cheery smile
Dreams held close to my heart
put away in here
this dusty dark attic
where I seldom go
to dream of my little lost one
that was never to be
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