Treasured Words

My heart is
A blacksmith’s delight
Where an eternal forge
Smoulders inside

It is here that I
Forge precious stones
And purify ores
Of silver and gold

I fashion treasures
Of infinite worth
And hide them amongst
These tortured words

So on the days
The light is stolen
I harvest hope
From these treasures golden



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