Buried Treasure

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    Buried Treasure
    Its still a heart underneath. A heart I thought cursed. Torn in shambles, stabbed in hurt. I love, I feel, I want, I bleed. Beware I hunger to be freed for the one brave enough, the one who dares. Cut, past guarded vines, dust tainted memories still there. Reach into caverns and hollowed mines. Gems hidden away so long ago, no one dared to tread. Cursed dark bitterness I call a life of dread. Its still a heart, honest and true. A heart of treasures awaits the right you.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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