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• Fan Whispers

  In the room where echoes linger,
  a fan hums a tune of old stories,
  hair sways in the gentle breeze,
  thoughts drift with the spinning blades

  A woven mat spread across the floor,
  holds secrets of feet that passed,
  eyes trace the patterns of yesterdays,
  as the fan whispers forgotten dreams

  The air grows warmer, …

  3 January 2020

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