It wasn't lost
Nor was it destroyed
How can something so precious
Be lost within the grasp of my hand?
I was born to guard
What is entrusted to me
And this?
This is special
And I'm so glad it was added
I shall guard it with my love
Anything that concerns my domain.
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Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)
I love reading and researching to gain inspiration and ideas. I appreciate those who write and I hope I can inspire you with my writings too.
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Comments (4)
A beautiful expression of devotion and guardianship over something precious. Love it!
That was really good and heart touching story
Awww, this was so touching. Loved your poem!
Beautiful poem. ❤️