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Beyond the Fickle Trinkets of Silver

Beyond the Fickle trinkets of Silver

and the dead pendants of gold

there must be... 

something
somewhere 
somehow

a feeling less gaudy

yet far more tangible to embrace and to hold

when all the cold steel turns to nothing

and when all the cut-glass gets chipped and old

there must be

here
there
anywhere

an emotion so timeless 

and peaceful to behold

and so...

when the wrinkles coil and curl

as the lines of age slowly begin to unfurl

will the trinkets and pendants of silver and gold

console

what resides in a hurt soul

or will we only then realise

that all the silver and gold

do not make us

ever 

whole.

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