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Precious baubles

lusterless in disuse

I polish them with love

dipped in brine

and watch the dull shine

in the darkness that is now mine…

They once dangled

sparkling as they twirled

from the evergreen tree

whose leaves are lush

in every season

and will remain for eons

But the celebrations are over

too soon…

The valuable trinkets

are now useless

One last caress

with misty eyes

before they are locked away from light

and sight

in the faithful old iron chest

finally hidden and at rest.

– Shail Mohan (Sept 2010)