Today’s poem is a cascade from the prompt, Curiosity’s Treasure. Enjoy.
Curiosity’s Treasure
Dusty corners in a jumbled shop
specks of treasured history peeking out
where you lose yourself in the joy
An old clock on the shelf speaks to you,
with a tick, tick rhythm and a chime
Dusty corners in a jumbled shop
Sunlight streams through the windows,
as a jaunty knickknack doffs its hat
Specks of treasured history peeking out
Wandering through remnants of life
and every piece tells someone’s story,
where you lose yourself in the joy
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