An epsionage to seek the past treasure,
Embarking on an enthralling journey,
But they try to thwart his path,
A dishonor,it would be
Lest the paragon found,
The song in his heart would haunt him,
The pauper has no place,
His solitude life gives him no pleasure,
Only the race to the treasure would make him cognisant before the throne.
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
