I think of the things
That get worn down helping us
Being what we need them to be
I keep the spoon
Although it is broken
And refuse any house that cannot house
The table, with its dented claws
Ours
I think of the things
That get worn down helping us
Being what we need them to be
I keep the spoon
Although it is broken
And refuse any house that cannot house
The table, with its dented claws
| Heart on Fire |
Thoughts, Stories, Poems
Un poème n'est jamais fini, seulement abandonné. A poem is never finished, only abandoned."Paul Valéry"
The Poetry of Emotion
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My Own Paradise: Life on Seven and a Half Acres
Serial Outlet 
I am fascinated by places
with stone steps that are
old enough to show visibly
the signs of the wear of tread
of the millions of feet that came before….
Lovely 🙂 Sometimes the old things are the best things