Hidden
I'm not sure what it was
Let's just call it happiness.
Treasure. Rare and precious.
I took it with me everywhere,
Then you came along.
Now it's damaged
There isn't much left
So I've hidden it,
But I'm not sure where.
Tricia Lucas-Clarke
24th April 2018
Copyright © Tricia Lucas-Clarke | Year Posted 2018
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