Protected... Poem by heather sweeting

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Could I but take your gentlest thoughts
And weave them softly on a loom,
Gossamer of purest gold
Would make, for me, a rare cocoon.
Filled with your dreams I'd hide, replete,
And stay the moment of re birth.
Preferring darkness, there complete,
To light, and unforgiving earth.

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