Anew

Come into my treasure trove
A quiet place I like to go
And gaze upon my magic things
In my heart a warmth it brings

And though the secret is but mine
I'll lead you to it with a sign
Memories of my mind for you
Waiting to make ones anew

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.