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Treasure Lost

On the night stand, swimming in colors, a jewel box once full; now empty. My blood runs cold, as I mourn the theft of a treasured pin. An Heirloom pin, on my antique night stand, taken by a thief, so cold. Breeds in me colors; Of heartache, empty; My life, no longer full; My heart, once full of trust; gone with my pin. Like the jewel box, I am empty. I look at my night stand; my face, raging colors of fury, so cold. A thief, so cold, breeds contempt; my heart funk-full, of diverse and dark colors, at the loss of a favored pin. crying alone I stand, ever so empty When I’m empty And my heart is cold, I can not stand the loss of my full life and treasured heirloom pin, of heavenly sapphire colors This life of many colors, Without joy, is an empty Jewelry box, without an heirloom pin. A life cold; no longer full, like my lonely night stand. Oh the beauteous sapphire color, of my stolen heirloom pin. My jewel box, so empty; a thiefs pockets, so full. At the trial of that thief, so cold; I will make my stand.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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