Treasures of the Heart
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stevewaldrop
stevewaldrop The Bard of Commaful
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A tanka tale on passing time. #NaPoWriMo day 23

Treasures of the Heart

by stevewaldrop

Like the setting sun Paints the sky with crimson wine, Time has etched my face. Naught remains save for the dust From the grinding granite wheel.

My eyes have grown dim ‘Twixt canyon folds of leather, Yet their light remains, For time can’t touch the spirit That stays forever youthful.

Though my sight may fail My soul frolics like a colt Upon the hills of green, ‘Til the sunset call of home Bids me rest in meadow still.

Though my strength may fade, Weary memories abound, I rebuff regret. All things end as fleeting day, Save the treasures of the heart.

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