My treasure*
My treasure must have been lost
Under sands covered with weird patterns
Which were bleeding since every their birth
With the blessings of beautiful sunsets
My treasure must have been left
By the best thief for better tomorrow
While police have been deeply slept
No one woke up in striving to follow
My treasure must have been sold
Found smeared accidently in soil
Anyway, it was not kind of gold
If my treasure was easily spoiled.
29.10.
My treasure
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