Precious things
Precious
things,
Birds on
the wing,
Waters
that sing,
Colours
rainbows bring.
The final
fling
That meant
nothing,
Wanting
to be king
Of anything.
An
invisible ring,
A certain spring,
This unravelling
To find
pure meaning.
These
precious things
On the
wing.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 22 2020
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