Treasure


A smile crosses my face—perchance a golden find.
I know this tired, rejected lady must be mine.
The fibers of her wood, her soul,
I have the power to resurrect.
Through her satin dress, now tattered and stained,
I see her soul, alive and dignified.

Imprint

Publisher: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Text: (c) Serena Axel 2010
Publication Date: 12-02-2010
ISBN: 978-3-86479-073-7

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