oak by kevin redfearn


Beneath an old oak
There lies a tiny hole,
Cutting between fingerlike roots,
Hidden by a green curtain.

A treasure sits there,
Twinkling like a long forgotten star.
Buried years before
By young lovers hands.

It contains within it
A tender promise,
Whispered by moonlight,
Glass-like and fragile.

Such is its power
That should it shatter
Two hearts will stop beating
And two worlds will be destroyed.

Kevin Mark Redfearn



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