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Old Photograph Beneath the Drawer
In the quiet hum of the creaky fan,
I found you beneath the dust of years,
an old photograph whispering tales,
of laughter shared and dreams spun,
your eyes still holding the skies,
while I speak to you in prayer.Between breaths, I hear the echoes,
of a time when we dared to dream,
yet …