I gathered them up and put them,
in a place they could be hid,
and just to make sure they couldn’t escape.
I covered them with a lid.
They are my sweetest treasures,
invisible to your eyes,
yet when I look upon them,
their richness makes me smile.
No thief in the night can steal them,
from the place that they are hid,
and when I am feeling broken,
I gently lift off the lid.
© ceenoa
I totally enjoyed that poem and the pic accompanying it!
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Gad you did. 🙂
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Heartwarming
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Aw, thansk Miriam.
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Is that box one of your creations? It’s beautiful, along with the words accompanying it.
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Yes, it is. Thanks Lily. 🙂
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I was wondering if you made it! Truly beautiful, as our your words. Oh you, who claim not to be a writer! 😉
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Blushing. 🙂 Thanks. I think of myself as a scribbler, that makes me feel comfortable. A WRITER is a very serious thing – so not me 🙂
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This is beyond lovely. The words are whimsy and evocative and as every your photography is sublime
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Ah, you flatter me – but I accet 🙂 Thank you dear Osyth.
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Beautiful words
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Thanks very much.
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This is beautiful. As is your lid. You have a beautiful spirit.
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Thank you Ali. 🙂
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