Victorian Silver Locket


She held it as her hands went cold,
Memories of a forlorn past withheld within,
Not a single soul has heard her burning weeps,
The gift from the cute girl drew pleasant smiles,
A peaceful rest on this fragrant full-moon night,
Buried in a coffin full of memories, weeps, and smiles.
Saturday, 31stof January 2015
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