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Burnt imagination
branding liquid memory
reflects
a vibrance untarnished,
locked away

Frozen underneath
key and all

Sitting by bolt and shutter
with hope of any warmth
to neutralize
a path

Where the sound of hammer
or chisel
could collapse

Could collapse

or chisel

where the sound of hammer,

a path

to neutralize

with hope of any warmth

Sitting by bolt and shutter

key and all

Frozen underneath,

locked away

A vibrance untarnished

reflects

branding liquid memory

A burnt imagination

Branches

Along the edge
of branches

Hope finds
more
parallels

A steadying

Where winds
grow wings

 

Never For Granted

Never did I know
how past growing
our times
would become

Their value,
to strengthen
by shared smile or laugh,
lightening
our steps

Your part
to play
in my days
became
more to me
than a passing season

Never could I leave
you in the fading,
uprooted, or deny
that we were planted

In that plot of ground
still there,
your life so dear

No never
for granted