Winds
Ancient nymphs and dancing girls
I will conjure thee
Helped by age old winds
Treasures held for far too long
Buried beneath the paths you walk
Ask and it shall be given
Dig and you shall find is better
Gold buries way back in time
By those who fled the battle royal
Buried beside hedgerows
Where morning glories greet the early riser
Treasures at his feet…
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