by scarwolvescarwolfs den, Carlow, Ireland
Jan 2010 335 Views 5 comments
treasure
searching for the lost treasure
of which i being trying to find
the sparkle of the coins blinds my eye.
wearing nothing but baggy clothes
that don't suit me at all
its time for a overhaul.
the treasure we seek at the end of the light
is just as magnificent as the gleam in your eye
be aware be smart be aware of your instincts
and always follow your utmost desires.
(a poem for those who put there own meaning into it)
of which i being trying to find
the sparkle of the coins blinds my eye.
wearing nothing but baggy clothes
that don't suit me at all
its time for a overhaul.
the treasure we seek at the end of the light
is just as magnificent as the gleam in your eye
be aware be smart be aware of your instincts
and always follow your utmost desires.
(a poem for those who put there own meaning into it)
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Posted: Jan 2010
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Comments (5)
rob
be true to yourself and you will
find the type of treasure that
has meaning.