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A Collection of Slumbers

A Collection of Slumbers

Sometimes it is best
to consign
certain treasures
to secret drawers …
words ..
books ..
sacred artefacts
twigs
strips of old linen
and memories
of past lovers even …
Then leave them  
to gather dust
and fine age patina
but never
ever forget them
and when you
need to feel a pulse
show them sunlight …
Until then tho’
let them sleep
in contented oblivion …
 

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Neville

Cheers Greg, very muchly appreciated my friend ... Neville :)

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RG

Very relatable as I think we all have certain treasures of sentiment from items that normally would have no importance other than the memory they relate to. Very enjoyable read 

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Neville

I concur and thank you kindly Robert, a very welcome & much appreciated visit I assure you sir .. Please do feel free to drop in and take a peek whenever you are passing  ................ Neville :)

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Marion

Yes it is certainly better and mostly exactly what happens though some things can never be let go of...poignant write Neville x

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Neville

Thank you Marion & yes, I am inclined to agree with you on that score :) x

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