Buried Treasure

1. Treasure hidden deep within the fog, so thick and young.
2. Guided by the music sweet of moistened lip and tongue,
3. Beckoning with whispered pleas, alluring tender heart.
4. Frosty palms and weakened knees no longer could depart.
5. Lo, an emerald box is found amidst the mountain base.
6. Call and search entwined and bound, the emerald box replaced
7. By a box of fleshy lust unlocked with wooden key.
8. Empty contents to entrust, transcend reality.
9. It became apparent quick the treasure would elude.
10. It was deep ’neath layers thick, much needed to extrude.
11. Rich it flows and courses in the veins that eyes can’t see,
12. Far below the porcelain and the mahogany.
13. Golden footings, cornerstones; silver lights ahead;
14. Diamond rooting, long since grown; ruby strength embed.
15. Forged by flame of grief and pain, molded by joy and peace;
16. Purified through loss and gain—its worth to never cease.

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