Aging over time
Like persistent rain erodes.
Treasures dear remain.
These I gather up
Held high like a petticoat
Secure from the mud.
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Lovely imagery of your treasures held close.
nice one 🙂
Thanks. 🙂
Equal brilliance. U are on fire.
Thanks for your encouraging comment. 🙂
I also thought the imagery was excellent.
Thanks.