dancing gold charms, strung beside pearls
a tiny locket, meets a tiny girl
the sailor's anchor next to the cross
a starfish matches the red rose across
the moon touches the sun with her dainty face
and a heart with a tiny emerald encased
bumps the clover and the oval initial pendant
and the seahorse and horseshoe that cram in to fit
gold links and a clasp to keep in the wish
to visit the Eiffel tower far bigger than this.
I wasn't sure if there would be a poem this month, well, one I was pleased with. I wrote the following on the 20th of March. I found myself alone at work for a second (what a gift!) and pulled out a pen and paper from my bag and scribbled this down. I don't know how it works. I just know you always have to be ready.
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