Three
Mimicking Robert Frost's 'Nothing Gold Can stay'
Buried In The Blues
She holds the Earth's treasures
It's weight none doth measure
For cargo ships lost at sea
And submerged villes now unseen
Would outrun scale's tally
Forget those in the fish's belly
Gold of Ophir so pure
Buried in the blues
~RC
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APRIL (30 Days of Poetry)
PoetryApril: 30 Days of baring my thoughts, guided by these prompts. #pspoetsprompt
