#ObjectWhispers

In the quiet nook of an old, dusty room,
A teacup whispered to a silver spoon.
“Tell me, dear friend, do you ever dream,
Of swirling in tea, lost in a cream?”

“Oh, teacup,” said spoon with a glimmer of light,
“I dream of the warmth in the glow of the night.
But what of your wishes, so delicate, so fine?
Do you long for a dance with a twist of the vine?”

“I yearn for the laughter that fills the bright air,
For voices around me, a warmth that I share.
Yet here I sit still, with dust as my shroud,
In the silence of...