Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Buried Treasure.

       Sombre, proud, reflective, critical, joyous, hopeful, poems of every shade, out there to be savoured.

Buried Treasure.

Rich,  man I'm rich,
this life, this treasure chest of mine,
crammed full.
Those moments of ecstasy with forgotten names,
burning loves that broke the rules,
quiet meetings that burst into flames,
short lived loves
sealed with bitter vows.
Passions that sparkled and flashed
bring warmth,    even now.
Ruby red anguish that shaped my heart
diamond friendships this world can't part,
a son that changed this world to gold
adding pride to my treasure chest,
a daughter brought radiance beyond compare,
of precious gems,    they gave the best.
These jewels, these precious stones
this bounty beyond belief,
all mine,
outshines a prince's throne.

ann arky's home.

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