Monday, 7 June 2021

DIAMONDS IN MY POCKET

Image by 3209107 from Pixabay 


I followed the trail to my past
with no answers at present.
Dull, remorseful life preyed on me
like the droughts prey on farmer's will.
I walked hesitated, 
hoping for no gold
when the seas threw plenty 
of stones on my shore...
I picked them up,
stored in my pockets
for reasons none
I can boldly explain.
Along the night's darkness,
I walked into fear and fright...
and then the stones glowed:
my pockets had diamonds of my life!


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