🍇Vintage

Faded lace and leather worn,
Whispers of stories, memories borne.
A ticking clock, a bygone chime,
Echoes of laughter, standing the test of time.

Sunlight streams through dusty panes,
On yellowed pages, whispered names.
A chipped teacup, a faded gown,
Secrets linger, in a forgotten town.

Gramophone spins, a crackling tune,
A melody sweet, beneath the moon.
Inkwells stained, and letters penned,
Love's longing whispers, never to end.

Vintage whispers, of days gone by,
A touch of nostalgia, a tear in the eye.
A simpler time, or so it seems,
A treasure trove, of forgotten dreams.

So hold a trinket, a faded bloom,
Let the past unfold, escape the gloom.
For vintage whispers, ever so true,
Remind us of beauty, forever new.

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