The Greatest Gift From Nothing

Golda Fukesman
Nov 6 · 1 min read
Image by Waldkunst from Pixabay

The dearest things I’ve gifted,

stitched in golden dust and lace,

from the darkest depths I lifted,

dug them out from emptiest space.

And all the laws we learned of loss, all the times we needed more,

Still sometimes creep in with autumn fog, and show up at the door.

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Golda Fukesman

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Content writer, explorer, aspiring doula. Seeking the wild and the true🍃🌾

Soul & Sea

Poetry of the mystics

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