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Trinket of Past

  Travels and laughter, those are the memories that I have stored in my beloved heart.  I have many trinkets and treasures that I have collected from my journeys.  An aura of fondness surround these porcelain statues.  They take me back to a time of enchantment and youth.  Daydreams take me adrift to snow-embellished mountains and pristine oceans I have tasted. These memories boom with excitement and laughter.  

My gem, my treasure; a white unicorn, wisps me back to a time of splendor.  I revisit a mountain peak I conquered.  I stand there in awe.  I snap a post-card picture.  My family resides around me. Love floats in the misty air.
Trinket of Past 

Trinkets of past
take off your dust masks


Porcelain Unicorn, shine through,
make travel memories boom


White horse, silver chain,
canter with me to rocky Maine


Brave, dark eyes,
bring back purple mountains
and serenity sighs


Rearing majesty, adjacent blue jewels,
take me to aquamarine, saltwater pools


Hoofs of beating thunder,
lift me up,
take me to that funny joke blunder


Trinket of past,
take me to starry, ebony skies up yonder


Stallion of strength,
stampede my mind,
take me to toasty, warm campfires


Mane of pearl,
cascade over me,


Take my heart to deer meadows asunder
Gallop with me to rosy love,
and youth that's fonder



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