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At a point in a time Two ends met and bound Folded over each other A loving package between them Wrapped in reds, blues, and silver tones Crisp edges mirrored on each side Corners tapped perfect and whole The ribbons reached easily Time passed and never opened Shelved, too pretty to open Maybe fear for ruination Or the present not match the bow Bits of sunlight fell Drifting lazily down With every little draft Slowly dulling it's shine It still glowed inside Still bright it's light Unquenched warmth To shame it's wrap Untouched and less admired Scared of its long depths It became a child's toy Unused and forgotten Thickly covered by years Beyond ignored and lost Memories passed over Without a backwards glance When, time came to pass Delicate breadth, brought puffs Fingers touched at bows Ribbons untied, unwrapped The light shown forth Shedding years, wrinkles and tears Luster returns to eyes Youth comes to mind The tiniest of smiles Brushes her lips Memories flood And she remembers love
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
Dusty, Ribboned Bows
At a point in a time Two ends met and bound Folded over each other A loving package between them Wrapped in reds, blues, and silver tones Crisp edges mirrored on each side Corners tapped perfect and whole The ribbons reached easily Time passed and never opened Shelved, too pretty to open Maybe fear for ruination Or the present not match the bow Bits of sunlight fell Drifting lazily down With every little draft Slowly dulling it's shine It still glowed inside Still bright it's light Unquenched warmth To shame it's wrap Untouched and less admired Scared of its long depths It became a child's toy Unused and forgotten Thickly covered by years Beyond ignored and lost Memories passed over Without a backwards glance When, time came to pass Delicate breadth, brought puffs Fingers touched at bows Ribbons untied, unwrapped The light shown forth Shedding years, wrinkles and tears Luster returns to eyes Youth comes to mind The tiniest of smiles Brushes her lips Memories flood And she remembers love
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
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