I tossed a coin of chocolate
At the corner store, just bought it
In my pocket, I was keeping it for you
It's merely just a trinket
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Though trinkets, (are they really trinkets...? I don't think everyone can write poem or sketch a portrait) they become priceless depending on the attitude of the donor and the kind of bond existing between the giver and the taker...! A sweet poem!
A delightful rhythm... a well paced cadence... sweetly descriptive of a secret longing... Nicely done dear poet...
Such wonderful imagery! Those little thimgs turned into a lovely poem so beautifully written!
Dear Susan, Very sweet feelings of. I loved it by my heart. Thanks!