It is not the jewels, workmanship or gold
It's the promise within that a metal mold does enfold
The value within the ring is the love it does hold
It is the hole that does contain what can't be sold
Here the void is worth more than the ring
Where empty air causes more the sting
Now a hollow heart where memory's dirges sing
What heaven or hell does such a thing bring
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: October 2nd, 2026 03:11
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
A very deep piece my friend yet eloquently made simple
Thank you my friend for the review and comment as always it is most appreciated and valued.
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