Dirty old box.
Covered by times dust.
It sits in the corner of the room
That life forgot.
To open it up
May overwhelm the soul
With memories that died
So long ago.
Oily scent of leather.
An album that holds the secrets.
It says they’re still here.
Time to let the ghosts out.
Set the restless ones free.
Time to remember.
Sweet nostalgia of 70’s past
Help me close my eyes
And take me back.
-Tanya Powell
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