Tokens of Engagement

 

A part of me still looks back

Pass the days and hidden track

As my hand slips down my pocket

I felt the cold steel of a locket

As memories of winter shivers

To snowflakes dipping in rivers

It was once tied around my neck

Was icy silver and without a speck

As feelings of brief winter chills

To frosts clinging in windowsills

But my eyes lay upon my fingers

To see a golden ring still lingers

As warm as the coming spring

To children playing in a swing

 

 

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In my Home / Friday

31 Oct. 2014 / 8:19 am