Our Words Sound Like Trinkets Poem by Patti Masterman

Our Words Sound Like Trinkets



Our words sound just like trinkets to us,
Even if not worthwhile to save,
Thoughts crystallized by flowing days
Are precious treasure just the same.

Though they never inhabit actual books
And no one proclaims their virtue;
Even if they don't out-live ourselves,
When life sets our last curfew.

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