The Hidden Corners of the Attic
The years passed by and faded away,
While watching pigtails turn into ponies.
Watches turning from coloured to silver
And people becoming less imaginary and more real.
From the smell of the rain to perfume
That filled her senses.
To the old albums that were now in gadgets,
And new friends piling up in her pocket.
The little girl who she always was morphs
Into the beautiful woman she will be,
And sets out on her new journey.
To fill another attic with memories.
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