Broken spectacles and vintage parchments,
the antiques dusted with dead skin cells,
a book of ancient quotes layed open,
the smell of maple syrup brewing,
the walls speaking itself the stories of yester years,
made us realise that this abode belonged to an artist.
An artist, who craved for a return.

- @thepoetharri©

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