A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.

PRECIOUS

Precious is unchanged by time,
One moment, or a thousand years,
Best left behind while wishing more,
And weeping still sheds precious tears.

2 comments:

Count Sneaky said...

Precious is a word I have a lot of problems with because it seems to cover too much and means too much to too many people to get a grip on. But, I like your attempt here to grapple with it. My best.

ellumbra said...

Yes - please don't think "Lord Of The Rings" - it was specifically the preciousness of a deep but unreconciled longing . . .
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