#WritcoPoemChallenge
Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house...

Standing still, with whispered stories,
Each creak and groan, a symphony,
Of lives once lived, now quiet as a mouse.

The walls, adorned with fading paint,
Held secrets of laughter and tears,
Echoes of joy and echoes of pain,
Ghosts of the past, calming fears.

In the attic, forgotten treasures hide,
Trunks of heirlooms and faded photographs,
A silent witness to the...