Treasure Trove

Faded now like a clouded mirror, orange themed flock wallpaper
And a feint fragrance of breakfast and summer and scraped knees
Bare feet in the cold utility room, stone cobbles and dandelion fronds on the breeze
All these treasures stored but no cobwebs here
For they are like gold to capture and seize
Retained for a moment for a mind to set free

©Jemverse (May 2001)

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