Precious/Πολυτιμος My late mother’s colourful brooch. Precious as the light The soul wages a constant War with the darkness Bright colours they will never see Don’t be ungrateful Don’t be angry Never take for granted Or it will be taken away. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading... Related
It’s very beautiful. 😍
I like how I didn’t see it as a brooch until you said.
Thank you! It’s an extreme close up of the old brooch. So it’s hard to tell what it is:)