Some moments
I found, all glitter and shine.
I picked them up and claimed them
mine.
Locked in the heart, away from
time,
In an ornate box, like vintage
wine.
On a nippy night, with gentle
knocks,
Memories tap on the blue
lace box,
My winter heart, dusts the frost,
rattles the lock, but the key is lost.
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