Treasure
Lying gown by the brook
Looking up at the stars
Remembering the past, covered in dust
Questioning myself of the fault I’ve done
Through the wound of despair
I hear its voice
Feeling its firm hand
Sweetly taking my heart
Too afraid it’ll hurt me
I take a step back
Later realizing I was my
TRASURE
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