
trailing thread
a tarnished penny
hand-me-down finery
a satchel of memories


trailing thread
a tarnished penny
hand-me-down finery
a satchel of memories


way up high
where the north winds blow
there’s a song that calls
and soothes my ragged soul
way up high
where the north winds blow
there’s a tune that winks
a rustle that sighs
there’s a hum that waves and smiles
and calms my ragged soul

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etikser
