A Song Never Written a Ballet Never Sung
Although familiar
It still was strange
the blacksands
of the riverbed
we're. the purest
Nuggets of gold
We're dull and unseen
til my gloved hands
Found them
Beauty the gems
that shall that shine
a brilliant sparkle
a envious glistening
Shall make awes
and shall smiles
Drones contested in the fields
Buzzy Birds that flow
In challenge
and obstacle
Who shall be champion
To have trophy
and brag to those
who wish to be
Centered in the spotlight
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2023
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