Lost Flower

I found a flower
With a heart behind it

which is better than gold
to those who know
And it was lost
Longing for home
Longing for warmth

Afraid it would be
shuffled into the trash
and alone forever

It was a silver heart
With a fortune in it
(OK, I peeked)
And though I held it to my ear
It could not call your name

Is it yours ?

note; One time while cleaning up a dressing room for actors
i found a flower locket . . .

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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