| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Inspirational >> ID #560326 |
| |||||||||||||
|
Buried treasure is not always found
in a chest, under the sand but in your own closet, under old clothes and magazines A small box dusty, faded, warped in the corners who knows what treasure is inside peering into the mysterious container an old photo is found monochromatic portrait of a time gone by faces no longer visible their identities almost forgotten but it is indeed a treasure memories captured on paper surviving time
© Copyright 2002 Mark C Bradley (UN: auric at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Mark C Bradley has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |