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artsyhonker) wrote2013-04-04 04:53 pm
artsyhonker) wrote2013-04-04 04:53 pm
Entry tags:
NaPoWriMo2
Harvest
Your words hang in the air,
warm, reassuring.
While you aren't looking
I gather them up,
folding their delicate tissue carefully,
and slip them quietly into my bag.
Safely home in kitchen-cum-laboratory
I compress your words
string the shining jewels they become
onto gossamer threads
to wear, daily, near my heart.
They will not return to you empty.
Your words hang in the air,
warm, reassuring.
While you aren't looking
I gather them up,
folding their delicate tissue carefully,
and slip them quietly into my bag.
Safely home in kitchen-cum-laboratory
I compress your words
string the shining jewels they become
onto gossamer threads
to wear, daily, near my heart.
They will not return to you empty.