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Things

Wind under the eagles wing,

Thoughts forgotten on awakening,

Words that in my ear still ring.

These are things unseen.

 

Deep inside where secrets lay,

things not said, not given away.

A look, a smell, a note on which I wept.

These are things I kept.

 

My heart that beats inside my chest.

My youth, my love, my joy, my best,

My hands, my sweat, my sage.

These are things I gave.

 

A heart that beats inside his chest.

A friend that doesn't think me a mess.

A grandchild that has stories abound.

These are things I found.

 

Unseen, kept, gave, or found,

They didn't cost me a pound.

A life that was undreamed of,

These are things I love.

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jaymi-swift
American
Published
Jul 15, 2013
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