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As, the waves washed
sand off my feet
giving me the
fuzzy happy feeling…
I found it floating
on the waves of time
in a tattered old bag
safely tied with iron chains…
A rusted tiny lock
with a heart shaped key
the thrill to have found
a treasure afloat on a moving sea
Must have traveled
across oceans and tides
looking for a shore
with secrets to confide
The wonder, the awe,
curiosity began to gnaw
who must have owned it?
..And what must that secret bring!
Very good poem. Your reflections are anything but riddhiculous. 🙂
Thank You so much 🙂
Very nice.
How have you been?
Write more often. Please? 🙂