With Haste Rondine
Buried with haste so skillfully,
they had to have done this before.
Once found there would be no more
gems forgotten in the red sea.
Left right where nobody would be
except all those prone to explore.
Buried with haste
accented by shoreline debris.
Riches stay alive with folklore,
fairy tales and sparkles galore.
Two steps apart from the palm tree,
buried with haste.
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