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Treasure Hunting
Hunting for treasure poems;
Midst summer morn~
I am adrift in the wilderness.
All of a sudden~
a European euphony soars
like a midnight sonata
in pianissimo and decrescendo.
I run to chase the symphony~
and to my delight,
a lilac light leads
a perfumed path
to a wondrous woodland.
And there I find
a precious poem~
written in the purple petal
of a wildflower.
12 July 2020
Hon. Mention
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (8)any theme any form
Contest Judged: 7/12/2020 9:20:00 AM
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JCB Burl
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