The Magician

To the magician of paraphernalia

no treasure is too old

no nicknack is too worn

all are loved, repaired

nurtured and reborn

With his delicate touch

memories are revived

For another lifetime

they will be cherished

once again

they have survived

My Poetry

Simple Pilgrim View All →

Once Lost in Nowhere, then Perditus

Now just a Simple Pilgrim

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