An old framed picture on the dresser
Opens the window to my soul
I look, see and remember
Everything that was and never was
And what is now, will soon be a memory of the past
At the same time, I see all that I wish will come to pass
Longing and waiting, in the flow of time
The night grows dark, the picture disappears
But the window to my soul stays open

Design Taru Harmaala Chaloff