Affixed

Nothing kept precious is ever lost.
We keep it (them) affixed in our minds
To glow brighter.
There it remains...
And sustains its beauty within us.
To replenish and reflect.
In essence...
Affixed.
In a permanency attached,
Affixed.
Affixed.
Affixed.

I nspired by: Davidia Kartina
'Thank you, Davidia. I appreciate you! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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