Tribute

I write with ne’r emptying ink
That what words, thoughts emanate
So stand tribute to all them
Ever struggling to say just right
What burns within them.

Moments

I grab them, trap them before they flee,
put them in my pen to recount them ‘ere I sleep,
moments of the day when hearts be one,
moments . . .
like treasure lost an eon,
re-discovered relics gold,
minted o’er Again
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