A Golden Treasure

Oh friend,
How I miss the times
we spent together.

These are treasures
my heart refuses to
release.

In the evening
when all is quite
your presence lingers.

The golden threads we
have woven together
in this life time
remain securely
fastened.

As we carefully
knotted the ends
tied them with pretty
ribbons.

golden threads tightly
woven
creates a lasting
friendship.

A gold and silver
treasure
to hold in reverence
not even death can
cause them to fray.

poem by Heather Burns
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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