Spirits whisper secrets
to those who await
their gift
Beneath the sun and moon
patterns of thought
unfold.
Names carved into
stone and marble
or, etched onto steel
each revealing history
A wedge-shaped piece of heart
…left
sleeping inside safe hands
where love still leaves
its forever roses
within that
sound of peace.
~*~
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