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The Love Token
The withy cross now gold!
An interlace of old,
That endless pleter braid
Beautifully arrayed:
An ornate gem to show
That love will always grow
His token glows through time
An endless poignant chime.
Wednesday 12th December 2018 3:41 pm
Earth Treasure
What is that glint
as the sod breaks and crumbles:
a sparkling hint
of discovery
as I dig the dusty summer soil?
This old garden has gained lost treasures
of man, woman and child for centuries -
What lies uncovered?
Teased from the clod
I find a tiny glass heart and this ...
Sunday 15th October 2017 10:26 am
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