To Sheena

Another day,
Another time
Amidst array
Of things of mine

I find a charm
Forgotten long.
Where has it been?
To whom's belonged?

So warm to hand –
And here it seals
A paper envelope
Of dreams.

Which is the first
To fly away?
A random pick –
And come what may!

As I wake up
Another time
Amidst array
Of days of mine

I find it by,
As if I'm sent
The magic beads
That never end.

05.11.2019


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