Image credit: irin-k

Image credit: irin-k

This ring binds
Golden latchkey
The petals strewn
Across this bed
Have wilted over time
This ring binds

This ring clasps
Withered fingers
Age has leached
All sense of reason
Habit now is king
This ring clasps

This ring endures
Metal purified
Withstands the cracks
Where all the love
Is lost, denied
This ring endures

(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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2 Responses to Ring

  1. No wonder diamonds are girl’s best friend. 😉

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