A ring of gold
wraps like twine,
braided and frayed,
around an iris.
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It glows,
pulses with promise
and hope and futures
not yet written.
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At 38, I thought
it would be on my finger
Instead it is
in my dimmed reflection.
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Youth is a memory.
But self-love - eternity.
About the Creator
Emily McGuff
Author of Crystalline (self-published on Amazon)
Lover of lyrics and poetry.
Obsessed with sci-fi and fantasy.
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