You seep through the cracks

Of armour that I forge

Against life’s travails.


Hammer blows rain down

From a world that knows no peace

Searing sparks scatter.


Where little remains,

Your fingers sweep silver scale.

Love knows true treasure.


© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo: Sparks over Anvil

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