treasures encased/

Posted on February 8, 2022 by Michael Raven

fingerclutch at memories
fallen wisp thin and barren
slipping knots tied inside
tethered to the sunshine
of your heart slumbering
in winter wastelands waiting
to wake at the touch of
my hand

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