Passing of an Old Shed in Ink and Watercolor card

The old shed melts
Into dark and decay.
All the secrets once held
are leaking through the gaps and holes.

The ancient wooden vault
watched all that passed.
Time has feasted on it's crevices,
the weathered timbers, the hinge's rust,
the very foundation of stone.

Now those that pass
see the remains of the feast
and wonder of the secreted past.

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