Poems ✍️

  11.02.2026
  19


Author: International Museum Day

Glass and Time

Behind the glass, a fragile past,
A cup, a crown, a letter worn.
Someone held these long ago,
In a different place, a different dawn.
We stand and look, and almost feel
The turning of a hidden wheel.




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