Relics of Time

Rohan Regi

Within the worn purse,

Lie coins from years past,

Some tucked 'neath crafted words,

Concealed now too frail

To hold, imprinted faces

Of times I once fled; worries eased.

 

Time lets coins fall free,

With heaviness unknowingly.

 

Promises hastily made

Cannot be futile,

Nor upheld for just cause.

The truth, they did request.

To unveil what lay dormant,

Yet where does this tale begin?

  • Author: Rohan Regi (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 1st, 2023 11:04
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