Buried Treasure

How precious will you say I am?
It was care to hold me as you did.
It was cotton wool to dry my tears,
And hard steel to start them.

And yes protect me from the world.
Yes yes, protect me from myself.
It's wise to know these precious jewels,
And carelessness to drop them.

And will you call me muchly loved?
How softly do you claim to tread?
It's gales around this house of cards!
And just a breeze will rock them.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Sun 2nd May 2021 03:33

Thank you Nigel for this, and in fact all of your poetic responses. 💐

I am sure people will soon be visiting my poetry blogs just to find your poems, and I'm very happy if they do!

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Nigel Astell

Sun 2nd May 2021 00:19

Gales blow raw emotion
soaking soft cotton wool.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Sat 1st May 2021 15:37

Thank you Ghazala and Adam for commenting 💕

Thank you also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem 💐

I'm really grateful to everyone who takes the time to read, like, or comment my poetry. I know I use the same couple of phrases to offer thanks each time but I really do mean it each time 💗

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Adam Whitworth

Sat 1st May 2021 14:51

I really like this lovely poem. Composed as only an artist could.

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Ghazala lari

Sat 1st May 2021 04:29

Beautiful 💞

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