Flow

Ancient, unique and fluent like cat's fur
It looks like a powerful storm
But is as precious as a speck of gold
Memories fill this glorious object

It was once for hair
It was too fragile to lose
And smells like a rusty archaic town
Left abandoned in China

It silently murmurs to me
About obsolete memories
Driving me calming to sleep
Like an experienced hypnotiser

It sits right at this very moment
Resting and holding memories
This is my flowing ribbon
I will cherish it forever