Lekhny Story -10-Jun-2024

In a room dimly lit by the evening's glow, Shadows dance where the candles flicker low. The walls whisper tales of days gone by, Of dreams forgotten, and silent sighs.

A clock ticks softly, a metronome of time, Marking moments lost, in this quiet rhyme. The paint peels away, revealing layers of past, Stories of love that couldn't last.

A chair creaks under the weight of thoughts, Memories tangled, in invisible knots. The floorboards groan with every step, Echoing secrets they've long kept.

The windowpane, with a crack so slight, Filters the moon's melancholic light. Outside, the world spins, perfectly flawed, Nature’s canvas, beautifully raw.

In the heart of this imperfection, we find The beauty that escapes the perfect mind. For in the cracks, and in the worn, The essence of life is truly born.

So embrace the crooked, the worn, the scarred, For they are the tales written in life's card. In imperfection lies the profound, A hidden beauty, waiting to be found.