Upper Room

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In an attic's forgotten embrace, an upper room resides,

Where shadows dance with memories, where secrets softly hide.

Its timeworn walls tell tales untold, whispered in the dusk,

A realm of echoes, dreams, and hopes, where souls in solace trust.

The air, a symphony of time, imbued with musings past,

Through creaking floors and sighing beams, a history amassed.

Within these hallowed confines, a portal to the sky,

Where stars converse in silent tongues, and moonbeams flutter by.

A window framed in ivy's grace, a portal to the stars,

Reveals the universe's art from Jupiter to Mars.

A cosmic canvas painted wide, by unseen artist's hand,

Each constellation, comet, gleam, a masterpiece so grand.

In moonlit nights, a mystic dance, as shadows intertwine,

Unveiling tales of love and loss, of destinies divine.

The upper room becomes a stage, where dreams take center floor,

In moonbeam spotlight's tender touch, the heart's desires soar.

The scent of old forgotten books, their pages softly worn,

In dusty corners, secrets rest, their stories yet unborn.

With each turned page, a journey takes, to lands both near and far,

Imagination's passport grants access to worlds bizarre.

A fireplace, a hearth of warmth, where flickering flames convene,

A gathering place for whispered words, where souls find love's routine.

In crackling embers' tender glow, a haven for the heart,

Where tales of old and futures yet, entwine and never part.

A solitary wooden chair, with memories etched in grain,

A sentinel to countless thoughts, where joy and sorrow reign.

It holds the weight of yesteryears, the weight of countless sighs,

A witness to life's fleeting dance, as time so swiftly flies.

Beneath the eaves, a crescent moon, its light a gentle guide,

Illuminates the upper room, where souls and dreams collide.

The night's embrace, a velvet cloak, enfolds in soft caress,

As whispers of forgotten tales bestow a sweet impress.

In upper room's enchanted space, where time and dreams entwine,

A symphony of life unfolds, a tapestry divine.

Its secrets linger in the air, like notes of haunting tune,

A sanctuary for the heart, this attic's sacred, upper room.

So climb the stairs, ascend with hope, to where the past takes flight,

Embrace the tales, both old and new, that shimmer in the night.

For in the upper room's embrace, a world of wonder lies,

A haven for the curious soul, beneath the starlit skies.