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I was an active and happy person, whose sole hobby was collecting treasures, As night collects vast amounts of silver, with its precious moonlight measures. I loved to amass unusual items, like first edition books or movie memorabilia, Vintage records, ticket stubs and posters, riveting as the scent of a gardenia. My collection grew large over the years, like fancy blooms that follow the sun, Strewing mixed colors over mountains and valleys, creating charming visions! I kept this collection in the detached garage, of my house way up Sunset Hill, Where beautiful bluebirds sang, until the glittering, mulberry, starlight thrills! I loved my impressive collection to excess, not seeing my loved ones enough, And spent much time organizing and purchasing, like clouds so often fluffed. I hoped to one day open a museum, dedicated to the rarer and most unusual, Where people would come from near and far, like the sparkling sunset jewels! Cats frisked among vibrant daisies, and moon shone through darkling nights, And day followed momentous day, like soldiers marching bravely off to fights. One stormy night, I was abruptly awakened, by an echoing crash of thunder, Like variegated, spontaneous, natural acts, which fill our hearts with wonder! Thinking a tree must have been stricken, I paused and donned my rain gear, Like calm stars, amassing to proclaim, International Glittering Twilight Year. But alas, when I got outside, to my utter dismay, I found my garage burning, Like night's dismay in a deep rose dawn, to discover its fortunes are turning! The blaze was very large, without chance of recovery, like leaves once fallen, When leaving gnarly trees hueless and bare, and weather gloomy and sullen. Many years of dreams and striving were lost, like fine diamonds in the dust, Or that sudden, unforeseen unexpected, from what you had grown to trust. By the time firemen put out the fire, like lustrous midnight, it was too late, And my total collection and garage were gone, like a tide which cannot wait! My loved ones came to my assistance, even helping me to rebuild the edifice, And I learned that placing too much value on things, can be rather perilous. I would always put family first in my life, for possessions come and they go, And love is clearly the finest treasure, like gold pouring in glinting windows! Though, of course, I was saddened, I was greatly cheered by my loved ones, Who aided in reviving my dream, with precious, new items for my collection. Like drenching rains that keep on returning, sowing blossoms in their wake, In an array of flamboyant colors, leaving impressions memory can't forsake!

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Date: 11/5/2022 2:33:00 PM
- Glad this is fiction ... - I'm not a collector ... I don't like to wipe dust :))) - Great written as always, Evelyn - hugs
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 11/5/2022 4:19:00 PM
Collecting is not for everyone. Thank you for the delight of your comments. :) hugs Evelyn
Date: 11/5/2022 6:00:00 AM
We are sorry for your losses, but we are grateful for the opportunity you have given all of us, Evelyn, to gather reliable treasures that this world cannot destroy or touch.
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 11/5/2022 4:08:00 PM
Thank you very much for your kind appreciation of this story and its moral. The story is fictional, however. Blessings
Date: 11/5/2022 2:56:00 AM
What a pity to lose all your treasures. Still you could do nothing about it as you must save your family. I believe this is your first sad poem but always pleasant to read.
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 11/5/2022 4:04:00 PM
There is oftentimes triumph, even in sadness. The triumph is in realizing what we still have. Thank you so much for your inspiring thoughts. :)
Date: 11/4/2022 7:31:00 PM
Like you say our loved ones are most important. A wonderful write!
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 11/4/2022 8:47:00 PM
Thank you for the joy of your comments, Kim. :)
Date: 11/4/2022 7:20:00 PM
Hate your losses but love the meaning you have given us , to store up treasures this world can't ruin or touch, love and God bless you
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 11/4/2022 8:43:00 PM
Thank you so much, Stephan. Treasures of the heart are the finest. Your appreciation is very gratifying. My tale is pure fiction, however. My very best wishes, Evelyn
Date: 11/4/2022 5:53:00 PM
As you, I too am a big collector of STUFF. I always wondered how I would get everything out if something like a fire would happen, especially my paintings. But, love of family is clearly the finest treasure, Blessings dear friend
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 11/4/2022 6:05:00 PM
I feel that anything that brings you joy is wonderful-it makes life fun! But, I also feel that things should be kept in perspective, because misfortunes such as fire do occur. I'm not a collector, by the way. My tale is fiction. Have a wonderful weekend, my friend. :)