In the quiet dance of forgotten rooms,
Dust settles gently in the fading light.
Echoes of stories linger in the gloom,
Whispering tales that vanish from sight.

Each mote a fragment of time long past,
Floating softly in the sun’s golden beam.
Unseen worlds in every tiny cast,
Woven into the fabric of a dream.

Silent witnesses of ages gone by,
They gather where the shadows reside.
In each particle, a distant sigh,
The remnants of lives that quietly hide.

Yet within this quiet, a beauty blooms,
In the stillness of these dust-filled hours.
In forgotten corners, unseen rooms,
Lie the tender grace of nature’s powers.