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Dec 9
A seeker,
of infinite wonder
set out to
discover
the most incredible
treasure

those of immortal value
in all that they stand,
as time,
the greatest
conqueror
of all

gathered in a
sacred sack
these loving
gems she
stored

however her love
was the motive,
to capture
and share these
treasured gems
to save the others

though when she returned,
from atop the mountain,
no one recognized her
and no one,
would hear her treasure

a life dedicated,
and a life she gave
for pieces of information
that were stored
in the deepest of trenches,
but these she couldn't share,
for no one spoke the language,
the surface dwellers,
could not comprehend the depths

so she withdrew,
into an icy cave,
where she did find some warmth,
in weaving together these treasures
into a shining quilt
made of verse

frozen in time,
the word can be
keep on writing,
and don't be afraid,
to give it
your
life

because they will outlast you.
down by the river.
IrieSide
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